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I wanna go out tonight and do something. I want to stay home. I wanna go out and do something. Don't want Underground though (Blasphemy? No, blasphemy is saying that Jesus did it for the chicks (which I find funnier than crap! OF COURSE HE DID IT FOR THE CHICKS! Jesus is a nice guy who just is out to do his job and get paid. Because he has a hot date with a girl named Maria, who sometimes puts out...Now, Jesus, please finish changing my oil. I'm paying you 20 bucks an hour for this!).).
Thinking about catching Shaun of The Dead. Tonight. Maybe hanging out. Somebody find me and lemme know what's going on. Cuz, I need to get out or something before I have Head Explody.
Where is Jhonen Vasquez when you really need him? Oh yeah...doing commentary with Shaft (I miss Shaft...such a nice Gigsvillain...such a bad motha fu--shut yo mouth--I'm just talkin' 'bout Shaft!) for Zim or something. Or making art like all you art types. Damn art types.
Wait, I guess I'm a psuedo art type. Well then damn me, too! Damn you! Full speed ahead!
"You want to kill me, you son-of-a-bitch? You're going to have to come down here! I'm still down here! You're going to have to come. down. here!"
"No, no, old friend. I have done far worse than kill you. I have hurt you. And I will go on...hurting you...I have left you...buried alive...buried aliiiiive..."
"KAAAAAAAHHHHHHHNNNNNN!!!!!!!"
*ahem*
I just wanna say, that you should really not put me in a good mood when I'm already in a good mood. Don't expose me to sunlight. Don't get me wet. And whatever...ever you do. Never. Never ever feed me after midnight.
Wait, I'm not a Mogwai! "Gizmo--CACA!"
Coca Cola is your friend. Just don't leave a tooth innit too long, or you end up looking like...like...Unca Jesse Yeeeeee haaaaw! Them Dukes, them dukes them dukes.
Okay. Enough fun. Back to work. March, march, march.
This post has been brought to you by Caffine, Chicken Tacos, and the letter MMM...as in MMMM Cookies....I want cookies. BRING ME COOKIES!!!!
Thinking about catching Shaun of The Dead. Tonight. Maybe hanging out. Somebody find me and lemme know what's going on. Cuz, I need to get out or something before I have Head Explody.
Where is Jhonen Vasquez when you really need him? Oh yeah...doing commentary with Shaft (I miss Shaft...such a nice Gigsvillain...such a bad motha fu--shut yo mouth--I'm just talkin' 'bout Shaft!) for Zim or something. Or making art like all you art types. Damn art types.
Wait, I guess I'm a psuedo art type. Well then damn me, too! Damn you! Full speed ahead!
"You want to kill me, you son-of-a-bitch? You're going to have to come down here! I'm still down here! You're going to have to come. down. here!"
"No, no, old friend. I have done far worse than kill you. I have hurt you. And I will go on...hurting you...I have left you...buried alive...buried aliiiiive..."
"KAAAAAAAHHHHHHHNNNNNN!!!!!!!"
*ahem*
I just wanna say, that you should really not put me in a good mood when I'm already in a good mood. Don't expose me to sunlight. Don't get me wet. And whatever...ever you do. Never. Never ever feed me after midnight.
Wait, I'm not a Mogwai! "Gizmo--CACA!"
Coca Cola is your friend. Just don't leave a tooth innit too long, or you end up looking like...like...Unca Jesse Yeeeeee haaaaw! Them Dukes, them dukes them dukes.
Okay. Enough fun. Back to work. March, march, march.
This post has been brought to you by Caffine, Chicken Tacos, and the letter MMM...as in MMMM Cookies....I want cookies. BRING ME COOKIES!!!!
