January 5th, 2005

Cthulhu Joyce

I think my content bird has flown the coup.

Metric fuck tonne

Any one want a gmail invite? I have 10.

EDIT: I just had the following, dichotimous thoughts go through my head at the same time.
"Thank god it's already Wednesday." "Fuck, it's only Wednesday." I'm surprised my head didn't explode with the force of these two thooughts crashing into each other. I may be leaking vital fluids internally. If I perish, bury me with all my stuff that Fox doesn't hide in time for the funeral.