I would've been on my 59th blog right now, but lately I've been having to pack and move and stuff. And no, I didn't die. Yet. Heh. My sister's dead. I like cookies. Anyways, I'm leasing a house two straight short blocks from the beach and one block to the city, where they have tons of stores like titties, starshmucks, pizza hat, taco hell, hell taco, smears, snot topic, limited poo, etc.
The beach is perfect.
In about three days, you'll see me diggin sum phat beats so ah gone get sum bling bling, you dig? Yes, I believe you do dig.
Some days there are three foot waves, other days there are 15 foot waves, other times, no waves. Well, not really. There's mostly always waves.
Also, now I don't haffta worry about my skin being ripped while my organs sink down after getting torn by a shark, because it's most likely that one of those surfers far out surfin sum big willy willies would get eaten first. But yet again, it may eat me in the likes of which I may not like too much. Yeah. Hum.
Well, nothing much else to say now besides MINDLESS SELF INDULGENCE ROX!!!!!! and maybe a thank you to all those fans of this page for sending me negative words that suck out my smiley time. I thank you, all two of you.
Current Mood: Farting blood.
Listening to: The chubby squish of a fat puppy.
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
Thursday, December 13, 2007
Just a few thoughts...
The passions that drive us should be the ones we respect and admire. To feel contempt for one's own motivations is a vulgar thing.
Too often, it seems, I've succumbed to less than admirable compulsions driven by this furiously reprehensible machine of mine.
So many things inside that I can do without - desires and urges and whatnot.
So extraneous.
Sometimes...
You can cry until there is nothing wet in you.
You can scream and curse until your throat rebels and ruptures.
You can pray, all you want, to whatever god you think will listen.
And, still, it makes NO difference.
It goes on, with no sign as to when it might release you.
And you never know that if it ever did relent...
It would not be because it cared.
By the time I write in this book again, I hope to be as cold as the moon that lights this page.
Too often, it seems, I've succumbed to less than admirable compulsions driven by this furiously reprehensible machine of mine.
So many things inside that I can do without - desires and urges and whatnot.
So extraneous.
Sometimes...
You can cry until there is nothing wet in you.
You can scream and curse until your throat rebels and ruptures.
You can pray, all you want, to whatever god you think will listen.
And, still, it makes NO difference.
It goes on, with no sign as to when it might release you.
And you never know that if it ever did relent...
It would not be because it cared.
By the time I write in this book again, I hope to be as cold as the moon that lights this page.
Current Mood: Blank.
Listening To: The crunching....
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
In even the most terrible places...
I'm MOVING!!!
I won't tell you where, cause you dont give a s@#t!!! It has something to do with earth, houses, and a beach. I just wanted to let you all know so then you stalkers wont be looking for me in the same place no more. Catch me if you can, suckaz!!!!
Current mood: farts
Listening to: Baboons doing... unspeakable things.
Current mood: farts
Listening to: Baboons doing... unspeakable things.
Gimme a Round of Applesauce
Okay, though I am still new to blogging, I'd just think I could save myself from an upcoming impending doom before it happens. It involves asking a million of the same questions. So if I may, I yam going to write my faqs here. The main reason why I'm doing this is because I used to be kinda famous for other web sites I've made in the past. Here we goo:
1. Hey Jon, so are you going to become a stripper when you get older?
This one has been going around since before I can remember. The life-saving truth will be uncovered.... NOW:
No. You're crazy.
2. Hey Jon, I hear you're short. NEERRRDD!!!
Yes, I AM short. Not dwarf short. But I was born with a genetic condition known as grotesquelittlepigletism in which I am always shorter than whoever stands closest to me.
3. I heard you died in a car crash. Are you okay?
Dude, this is one of the most stupidest questions I've ever heard. I mean seriously, why do people keep asking me this? YES, of COARSE I'm okay. Why would I be here typing this thing If I was alive??? DOOIIIII.
I hope you have enjoyed this little message filled with happee fun facts that will fill your heart and other internal body organs with joy. Lately I'e been working on stuff between the coarse of two nights with no sleep in between, and I've been sitting in bed with a little vacuum stabbed into my chest that keeps sucking out the evil that took away my smiley time. Take care.
Current Mood: eh
Listening to: The squishing of babies coming out of thier mommies.
1. Hey Jon, so are you going to become a stripper when you get older?
This one has been going around since before I can remember. The life-saving truth will be uncovered.... NOW:
No. You're crazy.
2. Hey Jon, I hear you're short. NEERRRDD!!!
Yes, I AM short. Not dwarf short. But I was born with a genetic condition known as grotesquelittlepigletism in which I am always shorter than whoever stands closest to me.
3. I heard you died in a car crash. Are you okay?
Dude, this is one of the most stupidest questions I've ever heard. I mean seriously, why do people keep asking me this? YES, of COARSE I'm okay. Why would I be here typing this thing If I was alive??? DOOIIIII.
I hope you have enjoyed this little message filled with happee fun facts that will fill your heart and other internal body organs with joy. Lately I'e been working on stuff between the coarse of two nights with no sleep in between, and I've been sitting in bed with a little vacuum stabbed into my chest that keeps sucking out the evil that took away my smiley time. Take care.
Current Mood: eh
Listening to: The squishing of babies coming out of thier mommies.
My space.
Yes, i have a myspace. What other place can I not be embarrased about taking a picture of myself holding a camera in the very mirror of my bathroom? Indeed I do have one, mainly for me to message friends ghoulishly obscene messages from which there is no convievable redemption. I post tons of crap you'll never care about. Here's the link:
http://myspace.com/mindlessselfexpression
Add me and stuff. I'll be there.
Besides, I'm an internet whore.
Current Mood: Sneezy
Listening to: The sound of a horse's butt flappin in the breeze.
http://myspace.com/mindlessselfexpression
Add me and stuff. I'll be there.
Besides, I'm an internet whore.
Current Mood: Sneezy
Listening to: The sound of a horse's butt flappin in the breeze.
When I'm Bored
Here's something I did a while back that took 3 days of non stop work to produce: http://youtube.com/watch?v=c2lUO2wdIKg&feature=user
Be aware of crap.
Current mood: Shploonktphied
Listening to: the SHAGGS
Be aware of crap.
Current mood: Shploonktphied
Listening to: the SHAGGS
Second thought...
Maybe I'd rather not make a comic about that. But I WILL finish something, eventually.
Current mood: Restless
Listening to: The sexy sounds of piggies getting slaughtered.
Current mood: Restless
Listening to: The sexy sounds of piggies getting slaughtered.
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Butt rubbin
Dont get too caught up into believing that I update my blog this rapidly. Who knows if the next time I update this is in the next 100 billion katrillion gillion years. Maybe tomorrow. Anyhoo, I thought I'd let you know that I am actually working on a short little comic book. Yes, I, the master behind various napkin doodles, will FINALLY write a comic book about a snowman that comes to life and tries to kill everyone. That was all I could think up of in my clouded mind. Tootles.
Current Mood: Blah.
Listening to: Beethoven via Handfarts
Current Mood: Blah.
Listening to: Beethoven via Handfarts
To all earth piggies.
Lately I've been in one of the most deadliest states of mind according to most writers despite my wild imagination. Now the thing that has come across me is:
Anyone have any comic ideas?
Yes, it is true. I draw. Amazing isn't it. NOW PUT THE GUN DOWN, cause all I want to do in my spare time (aside from running around wearing a dead cat for a diaper and infecting the homeless with rabies), is to draw a graphic novel. No, it's not anime. I've got my own style of drawing. So if any of you lil piggies got anything for me to do with my life, feel free to let me know.
I could say more, but you already know too much.
Current Mood: Bleeblaa
Listening to: Hardcore Squeakin
Anyone have any comic ideas?
Yes, it is true. I draw. Amazing isn't it. NOW PUT THE GUN DOWN, cause all I want to do in my spare time (aside from running around wearing a dead cat for a diaper and infecting the homeless with rabies), is to draw a graphic novel. No, it's not anime. I've got my own style of drawing. So if any of you lil piggies got anything for me to do with my life, feel free to let me know.
I could say more, but you already know too much.
Current Mood: Bleeblaa
Listening to: Hardcore Squeakin
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