Ice cubes are for fools!
Everything happens for a reason, unless I did it.
I think that if I were to have a huge, unsightly growth somewhere on my face, I would want it to be in my eyeball. This would probably be a bit uncomfortable for me, but I have to think about everybody i meet. Think about it, everybody wants to stare at cysts and tumors and blemishes and rashes and brain-pods, but it is considered rude to do so, so they have to feel uncomfortable or mean and look away. If I had a cyst on my eye, or a second, centimeter tall face, people could stare at it all they want and I would not know the difference from if they were just looking me in the eye. Maybe then people could start looking me in the eye when they are talking.
If a computer keyboard made notes, I would be unable to type.
Good nudes! I finally feel like this appartment is my home. I have lived here for 8.5 months without feeling at home, but I realized tonight that I do now. And I gotta tell ya, it's good to be home. More goods: I don't think I have cancer! I found a large lumpy growthy thing on my left testicle a little while ago and was quite worried that I had cancer. After doing some research, I found that it is likely just my epididimus (tube which carried spermies) that is swollen, which is quite common and no cause for alarm. I am still going to get it checked out, because I exhibited some other symptoms and if it is my epididithingy it is a bit larger that most, but I am more optimistic about it now. I was worried because If I did have cancer and had to do chemo, my beard would probably fall out, and I have worked hard on this thing.
About Schmidt--great movie. er... film. I mean just spectacular. It takes a little while to get going, but it says a lot about American humans as a species and has a lot of subtle cinematic treats for those who seek them. I suggest you see it, obviously.
I can not stop coughing. It just randomly started this afternoon and now I feel like the kid in the dimetap (sp?) commercial. I am not drinking that stuff though, you can be sure of that.
I had a dream last night that I woke up with big manly python arms. I still had all my same scars and stuff, but my arms were big and cut. I looked pretty danged good. I used to think that the body type I have now was the ideal one for me, but noe I think I should bulk up a little and tone. Steroids are a victimless crime, and that's still a crime. Good thing I don't give a damn about the law.
Drum solo!
I guess I'm good now. No, I wasn't good before and this blahg entry changes nothing. As a great man once said, "I'm having a stroke- of genious!"
I think that if I were to have a huge, unsightly growth somewhere on my face, I would want it to be in my eyeball. This would probably be a bit uncomfortable for me, but I have to think about everybody i meet. Think about it, everybody wants to stare at cysts and tumors and blemishes and rashes and brain-pods, but it is considered rude to do so, so they have to feel uncomfortable or mean and look away. If I had a cyst on my eye, or a second, centimeter tall face, people could stare at it all they want and I would not know the difference from if they were just looking me in the eye. Maybe then people could start looking me in the eye when they are talking.
If a computer keyboard made notes, I would be unable to type.
Good nudes! I finally feel like this appartment is my home. I have lived here for 8.5 months without feeling at home, but I realized tonight that I do now. And I gotta tell ya, it's good to be home. More goods: I don't think I have cancer! I found a large lumpy growthy thing on my left testicle a little while ago and was quite worried that I had cancer. After doing some research, I found that it is likely just my epididimus (tube which carried spermies) that is swollen, which is quite common and no cause for alarm. I am still going to get it checked out, because I exhibited some other symptoms and if it is my epididithingy it is a bit larger that most, but I am more optimistic about it now. I was worried because If I did have cancer and had to do chemo, my beard would probably fall out, and I have worked hard on this thing.
About Schmidt--great movie. er... film. I mean just spectacular. It takes a little while to get going, but it says a lot about American humans as a species and has a lot of subtle cinematic treats for those who seek them. I suggest you see it, obviously.
I can not stop coughing. It just randomly started this afternoon and now I feel like the kid in the dimetap (sp?) commercial. I am not drinking that stuff though, you can be sure of that.
I had a dream last night that I woke up with big manly python arms. I still had all my same scars and stuff, but my arms were big and cut. I looked pretty danged good. I used to think that the body type I have now was the ideal one for me, but noe I think I should bulk up a little and tone. Steroids are a victimless crime, and that's still a crime. Good thing I don't give a damn about the law.
Drum solo!
I guess I'm good now. No, I wasn't good before and this blahg entry changes nothing. As a great man once said, "I'm having a stroke- of genious!"
posted by AJ. That's right, AJ. | 11:32 PM
2 Comments:
You continue to amaze me with your witty banter.
I knew a woman with a growth on her eye. It was on the corner of her eyeball so she could tell when you were looking at it.
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