Saturday, October 05, 2002
writing can not do me justice right now. i'm serious, i am spewing forth the meaning of life. my thought process tonight should be written down and heralded by the scribes of yore. i am that damn good!!! you have no idea.

had a funny thought earlier today, we did. so, standing there at mcdonalds, to set the scene if you will.... there is this group of crazy yelling bitches in the corner, i'm guessing they were some sort of wierd sorority thing or something. but yea, some of them were kinda hot or some such, wasn't really the point. with all this talk about stealing people and such, wouldn't be the ultimate irony if we got stolen ourselves? like if some crazed cracked out hos just ran up and ganked me to fulfil their sexual needs. i mean sweet mother of crap that would be hilarious.

i can't transfer my thoughts down to this screen fast enough. this isn't going so well. my back hurts. i have to go elsewhere now, probably the safest thing to do right now. i mean crimeny!! what the hell is going on!!!!

peace out

-WAnk





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