I so want to say that I was raised by a toothless bearded hag, but suspect that this would be counter productive given the nuisance that is genetics.
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Funky Rut Strut
The good news is that, although the light at the end of the tunnel was an on comming train I was able to get up after it smacked me silly and hey presto slightly banged up but at the end of the long dark tunnel never-the-less... well nearly.
I have three more exams, but I also have a new attitude.... as follows.
Lurchie poo is taking his law degree because.... Daddy said he must? no... The fate of the world depends on it? no.... Chicks will put out cos he so smart? not really... they do that cos he got a nice schlong... Cos if he doesn't do it then something bad is gonna happen? also...
here pluto... good planet
WOW how much has changed in just a week.
Engrossed in my studies I have not turned the television on for a week, and whilst eating my gourmet bachelors dinner this evening I thought "what the hay" and turned the box on to catch some news....
Blah blah... corruption... blah blah bombing..... blah blah murder... and then. Pluto the 9th rock from the sun has just become and ex planet.. shit you not the lady on the TV said that it has been disqualified from planethood due to the rules.
How can it be that the entire universe must operate according to a set of determinable rules and law.... but...
Geek on heat
I know that being a geek is supposed to be all sexy and stuff now, but... well ... can you spell bullshit (you can't --- look back thata way). I am a geek fully and without complaint, and last week I got my new putter... 64 bit dual core AMD monster with RAM for Africa (which is good cos that is where I live -- yes really) and ubber graphics card and all sorts of sweet shit that make it sooooo much cooler for me to read my e-mail. It also explains why I haven't really been talking to any of you wonderful blogger type people... I was gettin my freak on with a machine..... any way I am up now...
Feeling good!
My Mother, if I had one (I made one up see), would have said to me, as I grew up searching for my true north, that God is in the Grand Design and the Devil is in the details and then lovingly add that I spend too much time looking for God. The devil was on the highway last night.
As I hit the on ramp I stifled a groan at the sight of a 2k back up... the pulsing river of red lights saying you're going to be stuck here for a while... I stifled the groan out of instinct because I knew the only reason for a traffic jam of this size at seven thirty in the misty evening would be an accident. The...
