This Thing Again..?

God, what I am supposed to write? Fuck, what a chore. I'm just doing this out of obligation, just so we don't get another month without an update.

Seriously, why do I always have to be the one to do this? Why doesn't somebody else take a turn at this? Go ahead; write something. I don't mind, because really, I got nothing.

Nothing going on in my life, nothing going on in the world. Global warming, war in Iraq, it's all bullshit, I tell ya. BULLSHIT. What's the big deal anyway? Without global warming, the dinosaurs are never going to make their comeback, and without war, scientists will never cyborg them to have laser blasters for hands.

Sometimes I wish I could write this thing in my sleep. You'd see some fucked up shit here then, I guarantee. Like a clock that shows the time going by really fast, except it has cats' tails instead of hands, while "Duel of the Fates" plays in the background. Then when four hours and twenty three minutes in accelerated time goes by, a furry dressed like a manatee gets anally raped by the horn of a unicorn furry.

Now that I mention it, I think what I need is a really good sleep. I feel like I've been awake forever. My eyes feel strained and my vision gets blurry. When I walk around, everything looks like that rainbow racetrack from Mario Kart, and all the stars have eyes. Then when they fall down and you catch one and put it in your pocket, your pants catch on fire.

It must be that my eyes are just playing tricks on me. I saw a black man in town. If you knew this town the way I do, you'd know that HAD to be some kind of optical illusion.

There you have it. Hurray for free association!