I have searched for appropriate lyrics with which to open! I have found them! They are! "We will crush the bastards!" From the greatest band ever!
Thank you, mes eleves, and welcome to your bidaily propaganda.
I've spent the past several minutes searching Facebook for a suitable mate. I was really hoping to use the tall fellow who played my father in Jack (or the Submission), but the one thing in his profile is his relationship to some not-terribly-attractive female at Brandeis. WTF, mate? No one uses Facebook to catalog real relationships!
Alas, I shall remain Facebook mateless. If anyone would like to apply for the job, please state your qualifications in the comment box. That's right. No privacy for applicants. Bitches.
And unfortunately I didn't get around to going to the library like I had wanted to do. Dammit. That's depressing.
But this is all right because I have Law & Order: SVU! Apparently a teacher was having sex with a student! Squee!
Oh well, there seems to be little else to share at present. Hasta la Byebye thanks you for tuning in. Keep the fight, patriots!
Hasta la byebye.
Thank you, mes eleves, and welcome to your bidaily propaganda.
I've spent the past several minutes searching Facebook for a suitable mate. I was really hoping to use the tall fellow who played my father in Jack (or the Submission), but the one thing in his profile is his relationship to some not-terribly-attractive female at Brandeis. WTF, mate? No one uses Facebook to catalog real relationships!
Alas, I shall remain Facebook mateless. If anyone would like to apply for the job, please state your qualifications in the comment box. That's right. No privacy for applicants. Bitches.
And unfortunately I didn't get around to going to the library like I had wanted to do. Dammit. That's depressing.
But this is all right because I have Law & Order: SVU! Apparently a teacher was having sex with a student! Squee!
Oh well, there seems to be little else to share at present. Hasta la Byebye thanks you for tuning in. Keep the fight, patriots!
Hasta la byebye.
1 Comments:
At 26 April, 2006 01:00,
Anonymous said…
Dear Mr.Miller,
You do not know me and this matter does not directly affect you, but nevertheless I need your full attention. I have been, for a few weeks now, writing letters to men like yourself, though from the point of view of a dog named Steven. Here is one such letter, for you:
I am Steven and I was born just after the children came home from school. I've spent days barking while not knowing why I was barking. On those days I would bark and bark, getting hoarse and tired, knowing that I did not know why I was barking, all the while guessing that I would be able to figure it out later.
Yesterday I was running under a hundred tall elms, planted in a row. I was running toward a clearing where the grass in the light was chartreuse and soft, and while running, eyes glassy from the cold air, I thought of my sister, who was taken from me all those years ago, before her eyes had opened. My fur looks like sandpaper but is luxurious to touch.
I still do not know why I bark. Right now, when it's been overcast for a week or so, I feel good, I feel rested, like I never want to bark again. But soon enough I will find myself barking, barking until I am hoarse, unable to stop barking oh God the people start at me like I'll bark myself to death.
I guess it's back to work for you now, Mr.Miller.
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