Quickie

How you're sister likes it, so I hear.

Anyway, I wasn't calling you all nobodies. I was referencing my lack of readers (not true, apparently.)

So, its 2 AM, and I am so totally asleep. But I'm posting this because I've been thinking lately.

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[story missing/removed.]

[ending removed.]

[wit was never here.]

This seemed funnier in my head.

And thats how I ended up in solitary confinement in a small canadian fisherman's basement.

To move on, I found out yesterday (two days ago? Fucking midnight posts...) that I have to read two books, aprox. 300 pages a pop, and write about them, by thursday. Well, shit.

I picked out Eaters of the Dead and Kidnapped, solely because they have badass titles. I kid you not. I honestly am not deep sometimes. Like, I picked up a bible. I looked in the front. Saw genesis. So I flipped to the last page to see how it ended. With peter, apparently.

Converse all stars are my lucky shoes. I wore them and the day went splendidly. Remind me to wear them when I pick up babes. (and for any ladies out there, I am, in fact, single.) (And it is not my fault.) I should name them.

Maybe my sisters can help with that. Our volvo, (which was born the same year I was) Jim-Bob, must love his moniker. No doubt.

I should also note that I am now accepting reader mail!

To send suggestions, comments, thanks, affection, hate, complaints, life stories, death threats, bribes, naughty pics, or pronounce your undying love to me, send an e-mail to cmdna12@gmail.com

(I am not above admitting that was just a ploy to get to use that string of nouns. Still, though, send me some mail. Since you all seem to dislike commenting.)