I really think I should click on the "Edit Old Entries" tab at the top, and change any spelling/grammatical errors in the posts I made going on two years ago. I'm sure everyone would feel satisfied, complete, sleep-at-night-able, warm, coked-up, etc. While we're (edit: I'm) on the topic, I just signed on for the first time in quite a while, only to notice a vast array of unnecessary changes and really slow service on this mindsay haven. That's all just grand.
Old people love me.
Oh, good - "Suggested Tags: edit old entires, stupid spelling errors, grand haven, edit." I might have to give this entry all of those tags, so as to see a slew of dubious ruffians without the chops (it would quite rule if "dubious ruffians without the chops" came up in "Suggested Tags," but, alas, no such luck) visiting this blog over the next 24 hours, voting for it nonstop, etc.
Have you ever felt so small that it seems as though you could stand on a street corner of any given densely-populated metropolis in the nude, chanting chants of Chairman Mao, and nobody would notice?
Yeah, neither have I. Fuckin' small people.
Again, I have nothing worth writing about. Anyway, all is well here. That about does it. You all stay classy, don't do drugs, and keep hope alive.
Poce
Man: Hey, mister, why your wife look so sad?
Man 2: Because my wife, she like apples!!!!!!!
GET IT?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?
Here is a song for you all:
In my country, there is problem
And that problem is transport
It take very very long
Because Kazakhstan is big.
Throw the transport down the well
So my country can be free
We must make travel easy
Then we'll have a big party!!!!!
Wow wow wow... man man man man man man man man.
Poce
As you were.
Poce
Where do your fingers go?
Where do the dreams come from? Where do the dreams go? Why do they say dreams are only in black and white? Why does one usually dream about something stressful but unavoidable that is to happen the next day? Why did the band, Dream, never make it big? Why do very few other corporate-sponsored synthetic pieced-together bands ever make it big? Why are they called music? Why was I called a criminal? Why can I die in a war and buy Cancer Stick brand cigarettes, but not take 2 sips of Miller Lite? Why did I even agree to drink Miller Lite? Why did they raid the only bar that wasn't violating fire-code in all of Champaign? Why does Rockford have two bars that burn down an average of once every 4 years? Why did I get a driver's license 4 years ago? Why do overweight "documentary" makers with gun licenses hate strict security for political figures, but have multiple armed bodyguards for themselves? Why didn't "The Bodyguard" break all box office records for Most Money Made?
I expect answers to every one of those questions, in sequential order, in a no-less-than 75 page paper: double-spaced, Times New Roman (or other comparable font - Do not use courrier, or other fonts that appear to make the essay look longer), 1-inch margins on all sides.
I turned in a list of questions to my poetry class last semester, and basically everyone whined because I didn't provide a "sense of closure" with my lack of any answer.
Why do people always expect closure in their lives?
Poce
