Thursday, July 03, 2003
 well i cant find this motherfucker.
and you know theres gonna be a day when you wont see that word on this blog.
i was flying around all night last night and this morning looking for him and listening to the new fountains of wayne cd who i have more respect for year after year.
how they soar and dive and twist around the harmonies of teenage fanclub and nibble from the silly tree of they might be giants and suck from weezers oozing sores and make the biggest bubbles of... im telling you i was up all night and this morning, and now i need to nap.
they rip off the cars a little on this one and it will bring a smile to your face.
lots of things are bringing smiles to my face right now
cutest girl wrote me last night telling me that shes in lust with me after something i wrote.
hear that Black Webmaster?
thats what all this is about. right there.
i dont ever have to meet this girl, or see her, of wake up all tangled with her as the summer breeze plays with her dainty curtains. she gave me everything i was shooting for right there.
instapundit writes every day, all day, and he gets rewarded with a bukakke of hits every minute.
write every day i keep telling you.
what did i tell you about Sun Microsystems when they were at three and a half.
i told you to buy. and did you buy? no. you didnt buy.
you kept dialing up drudge. the cyber crack of those who should know better.
must. have. that. towel. boy.
did drudge tell you to buy sunw at three and a half? did he tell you to impeach bush for lying to us about weapons of mass destruction which led to a war that threw us into deeper debt. where on the ladder of failure is total economic disaster and lies about war in relation to hummers in the oval office?
but i digress.
im gonna rent a car after my nap and go food shopping and go to the coin laundry and go to the post office and try not to think about the fact that the xbi stool pigeon might have been one of the guys at that poker party that one night who was talking about how much money the exile business would be.
millionaire tax evaders on the run. deposed dictators. narcs. all with lots of money. all with death on the doorstep. all willing to go anywhere. even canada. to get away from the silent bullet
or the taxman.
i remember my idea was to build a subdivision in montana and then tell the city that the funding fell through but that since the first twelve houses had been built that we were going to go ahead and sell the homes and consider the whole thing a loss.
and the city would shrug its shoulders and we would sell the homes to ourselves. and we would connect the basements with tunnels and we could probably house about 20 people in those basements and they could visit with each other via the tunnels. and in the houses, of course, protecting and providing for them
would be the ex-xbi agents who had retired, thanks in part from the generous donations supplied by the evil cowardly hiding right below the surface.
i might even go to the beach today.
dresarii + karen's lesbian parade photos + sepi has a new layout
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