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LAZARUS -- NOT YOUR AVERAGE ZOMBIE | | Category: Rant Wednesday, June 27th, 2001 @ 12:02 am
| So, I finally got all the computer shiznit back in order, everything's showin' and flowin'. I absentmindedly had sex in front of the camera tonight, so if you were a' watching, congrats on the free show.
So, did you know that Marylin Manson was a red-headed female porn model? I did.
Anyways, I feel like dying. My parental units tossed me their treadmill and I've been running for 15 minutes everyday. Christ, if it weren't for all that shit about early man fighting for survival and shit, I'd totally be of the opinion that we were meant to sit on the couch and drink whiskey all day (seeming as that's my normal daily ritual [fortunately that lasts longer than 15 minutes]). So, I've been running regularly and now my legs feel like shit and my body is having an internal battle over which it likes more: being healthy, or smoking a pack and a half a day. I'm guessing that's gonna be one of those 'Hundred-Years Wars' seeming as I don't plan (read: want) to be giving up either anytime in the near future.
I suppose if I keep it up long enough, my body will come to some even-ground, so I'll just grin and bear it.
But I digress from my pointless blathering...
I don't have a subscription or anything, but somehow where ever I move, I keep getting Maxim in the mail. Anywho, they have an article in it this month about 'Project Ginger', or more affectionately nicknamed, 'It'. Guess what, its a fucking scooter. I fucking swear, I will kill the creator of the 'next big thing' that comes along; I will mold the big shit cloud of hype people have created around it and shove it up all their collective asses, sideways if it has a sort of oblong shape to it. I mean COME ON! Its the fucking year 2000(+1), I'm not asking for a flying car, just gimme something worthy of a fraction of the fucking hype Ron Popeil has generated about one of his shitty shit shits.
Ok, I've been reduced to using three derivations of the same obscenity with out any words in between, so enough ranting; here's some asses:
B-B-Butt! -~-
B-B-Butt! -~-
B-B-Butt! -~-
B-B-Butt! -~-
B-B-Butt!
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