I have a great lack of respect for people that can't "update their blogs, dogs" regularly. If people continue using that, I'm going to have to register it as my intellectual property.
What's up with me...hmm... I don't know. The inordinately small bit of self-esteem I have for myself is shrinking at an unheard-of rate. I think I'm doing everything wrong. And missing out on a lot of things I shouldn't be missing out on.
KidPix is God's gift to man. Who knew first graders were so capable?
I will never see
The Passion of the Christ. Because I don't want to.
Don't you just hate it when you're Poem Explication gets torn apart by a scribble-happy pink pen? Or when you just can't call it an ArrayList, it has to be an ArraySet? Or you get Creamy Chicken Soup-At-Hand for lunch?
You know what? Life is kind of like Soup-At-Hand.
You gotta pull the top off before you can get it ready. You need help warming it up. It's a whole lot better when it's hot than when it's cold. The longest you should warm it up for is one minute and fifteen seconds. It gets cold fast. It's mostly smooth, with a few chunks of something you shouldn't be having thrown in. It contains chicken fat. And it's gone way too damn fast.
Posted at Wednesday, February 25, 2004 by janus905
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Janus
February 29, 2004 09:16 PM PST
Are you demeaning the derechos de los homosexuales? En garde! I can wax poetic on anything I damn want. Just call me "Dap." Wait, that was waxing eloquent. |
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nattyfrogman
February 28, 2004 02:19 PM PST
You're G-A-Y. Life is NOT like Soup-At-Hand. Look, I'm sorry your mom gives you that stuff, but don't try to wax poetic about it...let the Soup-At-Hand be what it is. |
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Porcelain
February 25, 2004 08:46 PM PST
What a random entry -- you jumped from topic to topic! Oh, could you expand on why you don't want to see "The Passion of Christ?" I, personally, would love to see what all the buzz is about. =P
Anyway, I've been here before (your journal, I mean) and I love the title. Heh. And I update my blog regularly -- so you must not hate me. Bwa ha ha. |
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