Hey hey hey. Sorry for not blogging in awhile but I've been way too busy with STUPID WORK. I hate working. I firmly believe that if God had wanted us to work, he would have given us fucking HAMMERS instead of NOSES, or whatever. (I like writing in capital letters. It makes stuff seem IMPORTANT.) So. Work. Work sucks the soul out of your body and leaves you depleted and deflated and confused.
No, of course I don't REALLY work with hammers and stuff. My work consists of telling other people what to do. I would NEVER do actual, physical work. In fact, I hate even having to get up from the couch to get a new beer from the fridge. THEREFORE, I am currently training myself to levitate beer cans with my MIND.
So. Sorry for not blogging in awhile. Starting from now, I vow to blog every single day, except when I don't feel like it. And that's a PROMISE, "friends".
9 comments:
Yeah, I could have said DICKS instead of NOSES. And yeah, I could have said COCKS instead of DICKS. But, as I must constantly explain to the hard of thinking, this is a family blog.
charlie manson family perhaps.
TWO comments, one of which I wrote myself?!? I love you, Goo (and I hope to bear your children some day) but this number of comments is just too weak to contemplate. I vow to NOT blog EVER until we reach 20 comments or more or more.
YEAH. The Englandish in this comment leaves something to be desired but that MIGHT be because I am slightly inebriated. And/or because YOU are STUPID.
Or more!!
I love you too snookums, now if you can just collect your 'seed' in an airtight container and promptly overnight mail it to me in Chicago, then we can get right to the task of child bearing. I'll run out and get the funnel tonight!!
If we have a daughter can we name her Mota Koo Fuki and raise her to know nothing of George Bush and blogging?
You would trun your back on blogging goo? Say it not so... blogging is so wonderful ypou dear deny your child withthe great KM the plesure og bloggging........ shhhhh i been drinking and this is a BUI (Blogging Under the Influence) hahahahahahhahahahaha Does that mean I got a drinking problem?
Mota Koo Fuki. I love it. I love her. She seems slightly damaged, yet extraordinarily beautiful.
Granted, I'm just as drunk tonight. And I have a severe onset of "why-do-i-try" angst. But! It's not of the "i'm-gonna-kill-myself" variety, it's more like "i'm-gonna-move-to-tibet. FUCK THEM ALL. Friends and foes ALIKE." I think that might be a step in the right direction.
God, I miss drinking.
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