piss on it

piss on it. so sez i. my blogging skillz are that of pure shite. i am not worthy of the server space being held for free for my punk arse. nope. not even a single megabyte. actually, back when pac man was smokin', a megabyte was, like, nasa. perhaps i am worth a megabyte, but not 1982 value megabyte, not nasa. inflation sucks. so does nasa, i can't believe they had to scrap their discovery mission due to a faulty gas gauge. i totally woulda driven the sucka til it ran outa gas. "i gots, like, fitty miles left up in this beotch!" it is going to take nasa, like, a week to change the gauge. i'm sure that part will cost the gobment at least a billion dollars. the mechanic wuz like, "hmmm. if it were a buick, i could replace it fer a hundred. but this here 'discovery' model is foreign made. i'll see what i can do, but i bet i'm gonna hafta order that part from japan."

actually, i am writing this entry because i am afraid they will delete my profile for "lack of use". suck it, blogger! i'm baaa-aaack. kinda. back like foot fungus. you can never REALLY get rid of foot fungus. fungi. kinda sneaks up on ya. like, "crap, my foot itches." then, "damn. need to get some lotrimin."

going to omaha to my friend mike's wedding tomorrow. omaha. nebraska. flat. one hundred and seventy-five MILLION degrees! my car has no air conditioning. gonna smoke cigars and sing along to REALLY bad music. counting crows, anyone? i35 will be the sound-proof studio in which i belt out my AWESOME covers. word. ro-OUND heeere. we ALways stay up late...

word.