and diarrhea dripping forth from me. i think it is
a sad moment when i am asked by girls to come see
classical music in the park with them next monday
and my mental response is "but there's wrestling on!"
i get mad at other people walking around in the streets
but i mostly get mad at myself. oh, i drank so much
beer. so many empty calories swelling my gut to voluminous
proportions. i'm nordic. we use fat to keep us alive
in the frozen taiga.
was actually proud of myself that i didn't buy records
last weekend. that's a real accomplishment for me.
as sad as that seems.
you know how many hits this site gets? about 20 a
day, on a good day. some days as few as two people
stop in. weekends are slow. i don't update on weekends,
maybe that's why. or maybe people have better things
to do on weekends than worry about my website. i wonder
what those things are.
see that little monkey? he's the site mascot. his
name is "crap." it was carved into his head at the
royal academy of surgeons. ha ha ha. crap. he's my
little buddy. i don't have to have anything carved
into my head. you can read it clear as day.
more of this. next week's just gonna be photos and
information about stoker ichikawa. that's it. maybe
in a week i'll get a miracle.