The Olympics are a good source of sickness, if you are looking to feel both better and worse about humanity. To be German vs. American: I can't tell which is better. Early leads, shockers, late-race showboating, it's all very stressful but multicultural, thank goodness, I guess. I am yearning to rejuvenate and have new thoughts of family packs and sody pop nonstop into the night.
I am a shell of nothingness, a place of succor for those who do not exist, I wish to become comatose and fall in love with love.
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MM, did you see the snowboard freestyler girl who had a comfortable lead, did a little fancy twist on that last jump, and wiped out? It was like a real-life parable.
Yes I saw her. She was a cautionary tale for us all.
Hungover. Me. Head. Ouch.
Yes. Get hence and go forth, PD, following your foods desires is paramount.
Pulls. Flows. Burning actions.
the olympics are killing me. and nobody knows about us unsung heroes!
Oh that's right PD! You are moving as we speak? Get 10 links. Get them.
I am not in love, but I'm open to persuasion.
Pizza is one of the four food groups, no?
Yes. Crystal pizza is a food group. It is sparkling, like bling.
My head. Ouch ouch ouch. Stupid wine drinking fool. Very much dumb.
I wish I could pull the lever and make everything go out of whack for one day. Get the sideways pull gravity going, that type of thing.
Good news is coming to you via the cake transformation set.
I saw the Jacobellis girl do her little twisty and then fall, too. It was SO harsh! It was weird--me and the Mrs. were watching the race, and the snowboarder girlchild blew way ahead, and the race went on and everybody was doing their snowboarding thing, with her way ahead, and I said, "she could still fall."
Team Shredder has been making hopeful plans to take classes at our local Psychics 'n' Plus school. But I feel like the extent of my psychic powers is limited to random trivials like half-knowing when somebody will be late to meet me, and now the snowboarding debacle. Which I personally blame myself for, having said it out loud and then it happened.
Oh Capt'n, the deformity of thinking you can predict events in the near future, I have had this myself. It feels very powerful for one second then you realize why can you not predict the important things, like fires and bus run-overs. Once I had a dream that my friend would make an earring out of the sword of an action figure. The next day, it happened. That was the last time, circa 1985. Long long ago. Anyway. Listen, late night blogging is very problematic. Long day in the studio, odd decisions made, a continuum of genius to no-go, up and down like a derelict on crack.
I love your visits Capt'n. I feel lucky to have any friends at all. I am a very emotional MM with penises growing all over my back, very sick, very heightened. See?
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