To all of you beloved mothers out there I wish you a lazy, stress-free, breakfast-in-bed kinda day with lots of dotage and pampering. Lord knows you deserve it.
And now some Sunday morning ruminations:
It should rain soon, since I just washed my car.
If any of you aren't familiar with Green Day, I suggest you go to your nearest CD retailer and pick up both American Idiot and International SuperHits. And if your headphones are not working well, get some new ones. You won't regret it.
Stephen King rocks. I just wish I liked his books. (I feel the same way about John Mellancamp, too)(well, about his music...I don't know if he has written any books)
K-Mart, even though they are currently subsidizing our extravagant lifestyle, sucks.
Come to think of it, so do remoras, lampreys, leeches, vampires, and babies.
If you keep picking at that, it will never heal.
I am reading The Catcher In The Rye and, much to my surprise, enjoying it.
Leaving Pineville will rock, but leaving my friends here will suck more than the above listed creatures.
Let's talk about marsupials!!
Spleen!(isn't that the funniest word in the English language?)
There isn't much point to this particular blog entry.
If you are still reading this, you rock.
If you quit reading this you smell of elderberries, and you are married to a hamster.
Anyone who dies of autoerotic asphyxiation deserves to be ridiculed at their funeral, possibly by having their corpse propped up in a dunking booth at the viewing, and charging the mourners $1 for three balls.
Ok, I've wasted enough of your time. Go back to your porn and chat rooms. ;-)
To Yetis and Dirigibles!!