:: The Blurst of Times ::

:: 2.27.2003 ::

Here is my advice to you, because obviously checking your blog once every twenty-four hours qaulifies me for a trip to hell: kill the dog, the world is better off without them. Just kidding, no one kill anything, that would be evil. I want to tell you to move out, so I will. Move out, cough up $100 and get out, living alone rocks, and if you have friends to call, then it's just all the better. Moving won't take that long anyway because you don't really have that much stuff and I'm sure you know someone with a truck you can borrow. There, that should get me atleast up to purgatory.

Good for you for using the system to beat the system. Hang on to your money and make the most of the time you have it.

Congratulations to Straight Outta Junior High for getting their semi-original TEOTH played on Futurama last night. It made my heart warm wtih joy. And just so you know, I'm still working on setting up places to play out here, but it's truly slim-pickin's.

Enough with the links already, time for bed.

"But at once I've started blowin' somethin' up, just to watch it fall, pick it up again. See the pieces right in front of me..."
:: Freddy F. at 1:38 AM [+] ::