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Yeah! Talk about living on the edge man! FUCK YEAH! Only 65% battery life left! WOOO!

Acumen is the word of the hour and it is shortlived ... wait, today's not friday - fuck! Damnit ... not really that bad, I suppose. I kinda thought it was friday, so I could have that friday feeling, but I don't have that friday feeling - besides nothing's good on TV today ... not that I watch tv, but if I did, I would be bored. And you wouldn't like me when I'm bored ...

Imagine that as a tag line of ... "The Bulk!" Coming to a theater near you! Yeah? Like it? Just thought it up - if only I could find that kind of immediate inspiration when it came to my damn stories - hitting a brick wall on them. Even with the perfect formula for epic fantasy, I can't start the fucking tale. First of all, you have to find the right words to begin it with. And then there's the ... whatchamacallit ... well, never mind. A rant that should not see the light of day. Kind of like my sermon on minor acts of pig terrorism. The world can never know.

So here I go at any rate - it has been a while since the last post. Oh how the holy words have been broken - promises of a return with every other day. And then the internet betrayed me ... oh how I have been betrayed ... *long, deep sobs* - at any rate, it still isn't dead yet. Like that cow in Me, Myself and Irene. It just keeps on ticking. A round of bullets later. Somehow. Unwanted and yet a small part of a much larger plot - minor comic relief - a second's laugh in the ocean of time. Muhahaha! What poetry and skill this random fool doth muster up? Shall we teach him the secret of the juice? I think not - he would betray his own kind with such unwarranted talk of betrayal. Let us send him a carton of pineapple juice from Asda instead. Oh, lets!

Like a lot of people out there, I hate Christmas - and I'm not even christian ... or maybe that's why I hate it. But here's the thing - Santa = Anagram of Satan. Big, red dude = Mythological stories/interpretations of Satan. Christmas = Pagan Holiday. NOTHING TO DO WITH FUCKING CHRIST IN ANY FUCKING WAY. So the next time I hear someone relate something in the slightest way to a glorious story of the basis of a bullshit religion, man - I am going to freak out with no logical reason for doing so.

By the way, if you didn't know, in the US, for my millions of international readers out there, the word "Goddamn" is partially censored. Yes - it's true. "God-" must be removed, leaving the viewer with ... "-damn" - as in "-damn, it's a beautiful day." I did not know this and somehow my life better be richer for knowing so. Unless this useless bit of trivia will add up to my part in the story of Farenheit 451.

The job still hasn't paid yet. Might do tomorrow - if so, well, I might return. If not, I probably still will return at some point, but with less money than I would rather have. Wouldn't we all rather have more money? I'm sure even Bill G wishes he had a bit more money. To buy that little country in the middle of the north Atlantic - the one with the uninspired name of "Iceland."

To reiterate the themes of me - I dislike Children. That's it for today.

Till another day when a monkey shits on a tortilla.