i enjoy being able to ask a 75yr old man for two woodchucks, a dead guy and a white russian.
wtf this blog has little red spelling mistake thingies now. I wonder if the learned among us who stumble upon these publicly scrawled diaromaries with distaste towards their artistic vocabular endowments.
I wonder as to what end this one will render itself?
i percieve the feasability of forming one's own machine that with constant monitoring will record your thoughts, and upon your death, spit you back out (perhaps in a clone of your last body.)
i've been spending more time having fun that really working on anything. i kind of miss it. im horribly unselfdisciplined when i get out of the mood.
i realized that there was an oddly broad spectrum under the category "things that go into my mouth" titled "things that bleed before i eat them".
man i almost forgot about packages.
Saturday, December 15, 2007
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