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Wednesday, August 30, 2006
I stopped taking my Ritalin, and I'm afraid that you, notional readers, will suffer the most for it. I can barely have two consecutive thoughts that relate to each other, so writing two sentences on the same subject is like forget about it. One solution would seem to be the construction of huge sentences, but my brain is not fooled by such amateur ployage, you smartass punk. So I'm back to unconnected grab-baggy accretions of thought vomit. Like today's post!
It's even worse at work, where I seem incapable of completing a task that takes longer than... is a femtosecond longer or shorter than a nanosecond? I could never use the word "nanosecond" in a punchline, but using a substitute prefix like "femto-" instead practically screams "I WAS GONNA SAY NANOSECOND BUT DIDN'T BECAUSE IT'S OVERUSED BY UNFUNNY PEOPLE AND ALL I COULD COME UP WITH WAS FUCKING FEMTO, BITCHES. EAT HOTT COXX." The only way I can write this post is if I make distraction-derailing rules like "no masturbating until you finish." J.Ro sent me a link to a MySpace page advertising a retarded event called the Central Park Makeout, which is an event where a bunch of people are supposedly going to meet in the Sheep Meadow and kiss each other like a bunch of fucking high schoolers. Can you imagine the scene? Can you imagine the stench of wine coolers and flopsweat? Can you imagine all the people cruising by the Sheep Meadow all innocently like "oh, now what's this event here, a kissing party you say? How droll! Why not give it a whirl, eh chaps?" as if they weren't there to scope out potential mackees in the first fucking place? Such people will be easy to spot, because they will smell like MySpace (which, no surprise, smells just like sweaty taint). This event is so awful that I could talk about it for hours, like an episode of Survivor: All-Stars. But I won't, because it will just seem like I really want to go. Trust me, I don't. I've already got Herpes times a billion, thanks, because for years my social circle enacted the functional equivalent of a Central Park Makeout every weekend. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if this event was actually created by Herpes itself, or Hep C, somehow acting through a human agent. I like this idea. I told J.Ro that I would only go if I could wear sweatpants, a corporate giveaway t-shirt, and a bright green Legal Observer hat. She wasn't familiar with this last accessory, so I showed her and she went blind. Then we had these IM exchanges: UD: Google the phrase "sexy legal observer" J.Ro: I got nothing. UD: ... J.Ro: Is that your point? UD: WAH HA HA ----- J.Ro: I am making awesome iron ons right now UD: I bet. But nothing could be as awesome as a legal-observer-green jumpsuit J.Ro: if you ironed these onto it, it might vault into the over-awesome, and become invisible. I love this image that I swiped from the FAA website, because the control tower and the two planes talk like they're in a Winsor McKay comic from like 1912. 0 comments |
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