Friday, January 30, 2004
Counter? I hardly know'er
I'm surprised people still read this site. You'd think a five month hiatus would etherize most readers. But in the two days since my bit on Moonpies, about 20 people have come to piddle on my peach tree. Normally, watersports don't do it for me--fuck me, though, if I wouldn't drink a tub of your 'bathwater.' If you love me, tell me so: jsg1332@yahoo.com.
By the by: I've completely forgotten what little I knew of html. So no images for a while. You'll just have to do that entire mental word-painting thing for a little while.
(More to come.)
By the by: I've completely forgotten what little I knew of html. So no images for a while. You'll just have to do that entire mental word-painting thing for a little while.
(More to come.)
Wednesday, January 28, 2004
A pie in the face
It's been--a few months, has it? Ugh. And so whatever readerbase I might have had has undoubtedly disappeared. Said the pussycat to the wall: I might as well be speaking to the ceiling.
See? I'm a little rusty. Let's see if a little practice can change that.
But practice will have to wait. I'm eating a Moonpie right now, the problem-du-jour being that I hate Moonpies and that I won a Moonpie a few months ago (don't ask) and that said Moonpie was the only edible item in my apartment. I mean, Jesus fucking Christ: does anyone actually enjoy Moonpies? Never have I eaten a prepared food and thought, "Wow, they tried really hard." And now I hear that Moonpies come in vanilla in addition to chocolate. Does the introduction of vanilla signify popularity or desperation? Either answer is viable I suppose, though the system complicates itself when we consider that Moonpies are popular because they are the food of desperation.
Moonpies: a dry and flavorless chocolate (or vanilla!) snackcake perfect for those times when the gas station is out of Skoal.
Kisses, bitches. Oh, for the sake of our roleplay, just pretend that you hate to love me.
See? I'm a little rusty. Let's see if a little practice can change that.
But practice will have to wait. I'm eating a Moonpie right now, the problem-du-jour being that I hate Moonpies and that I won a Moonpie a few months ago (don't ask) and that said Moonpie was the only edible item in my apartment. I mean, Jesus fucking Christ: does anyone actually enjoy Moonpies? Never have I eaten a prepared food and thought, "Wow, they tried really hard." And now I hear that Moonpies come in vanilla in addition to chocolate. Does the introduction of vanilla signify popularity or desperation? Either answer is viable I suppose, though the system complicates itself when we consider that Moonpies are popular because they are the food of desperation.
Moonpies: a dry and flavorless chocolate (or vanilla!) snackcake perfect for those times when the gas station is out of Skoal.
Kisses, bitches. Oh, for the sake of our roleplay, just pretend that you hate to love me.
