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Hmm...thought-provoking...controversial...intelligently written...rampant with profanity...
Fuck! I can't think of anything to fucking write the fuck about! Except fuck, that is.
Well let's see. I could do an entry on straw-man fallacies! But that is so stupid!
I could also do an entry on the steps involved in creating a certain type of dish! Chick peas in coconut milk, maybe? Nah, that doesn't sound too appetizing. Marzipan? Horrible!
Think, man! THINK! You used to write about stuff all the time! There's gotta be some untapped well of creative and interesting drivel in there SOMEWHERE! DIG DEEPER MOTHERFUCKER!
Hmm...Dig! Mudvayne on December 13th! Going must be I, for the greater good! The greatest of goods, even! The good of...meeting my awesome concert quota for the century! System of a Down and Nine Inch Nails - pah. Incredibly cool. Mudvayne? Three bad ass bands all playing within a three month period! Going must be I, for the greater good! And then the birth of me follows close! At least, the day which the world recognizes as the date of birth for its savior.
That's me, by the way. December 17th. Mark it down in your calendars and get me a great gift. I'm turning 21 so make it a 21-themed gift. Like a pair of bowling shoes that have the number 21 engraved on them. Or a deck of 21 cards! YOU COULD GET ME 21 CHICKEN WINGS HOLY CRAP! I WOULD EAT THEM!
SHIT, DUDE! JUST GET ME A BIG NUMBER 21! MADE OF SOLID GOLD!
I promise, my adoring public, I will have something more interesting and less retarded to update about next time. The symbolism of dinosaurs as instruments of gelding in Jurassic Park? The poem about Jesus with the footprints that everyone loves so much? A gun? Why my brother's felony was dropped, while the misdemeanor remains? How to become a gangsta-ass nigga in 14 easy steps? What my new haircut looks like? Perhaps a study of interracial relations in post-war Japan?
YOU DECIDE!
BUT IT WON'T BE ANY OF THOSE THINGS!
Fuck! I can't think of anything to fucking write the fuck about! Except fuck, that is.
Well let's see. I could do an entry on straw-man fallacies! But that is so stupid!
I could also do an entry on the steps involved in creating a certain type of dish! Chick peas in coconut milk, maybe? Nah, that doesn't sound too appetizing. Marzipan? Horrible!
Think, man! THINK! You used to write about stuff all the time! There's gotta be some untapped well of creative and interesting drivel in there SOMEWHERE! DIG DEEPER MOTHERFUCKER!
Hmm...Dig! Mudvayne on December 13th! Going must be I, for the greater good! The greatest of goods, even! The good of...meeting my awesome concert quota for the century! System of a Down and Nine Inch Nails - pah. Incredibly cool. Mudvayne? Three bad ass bands all playing within a three month period! Going must be I, for the greater good! And then the birth of me follows close! At least, the day which the world recognizes as the date of birth for its savior.
That's me, by the way. December 17th. Mark it down in your calendars and get me a great gift. I'm turning 21 so make it a 21-themed gift. Like a pair of bowling shoes that have the number 21 engraved on them. Or a deck of 21 cards! YOU COULD GET ME 21 CHICKEN WINGS HOLY CRAP! I WOULD EAT THEM!
SHIT, DUDE! JUST GET ME A BIG NUMBER 21! MADE OF SOLID GOLD!
I promise, my adoring public, I will have something more interesting and less retarded to update about next time. The symbolism of dinosaurs as instruments of gelding in Jurassic Park? The poem about Jesus with the footprints that everyone loves so much? A gun? Why my brother's felony was dropped, while the misdemeanor remains? How to become a gangsta-ass nigga in 14 easy steps? What my new haircut looks like? Perhaps a study of interracial relations in post-war Japan?
YOU DECIDE!
BUT IT WON'T BE ANY OF THOSE THINGS!