What a day
So, the Timberwolves lost. Big deal you say? Wel, not really. In fact, I don't what to talk about any sports right now. All my supposed "teams" are little better then amateur idiots. 'Nuff said. Meanhwile, in the rest o this wide world that we live in, I think I'll ramble again. Not only is it what I do best but it's also a cheap way of filling space. Well then, here goes...
Oh dang, I can't think of anything? How about friendship. That's a good topic, isn't it? People have made fortunes writing about it. Not a bad business, eh? Full of lots of ambiguitys though. Too much of that squishing sound when you step on jello with leather shoes. Try it. on second thought, don't, it's a waste of jello. I was going to attempt to be sardonic there and say that it was a waste of leather shoes, but that really didn't make any sense. Not that anything I say ever really does make any sense, but this non-sensicalness really was just a pathetic attempt at humor. Did I mention the Wolves lost? Well, I just did, so you can start reading now. Stop, whatever. It really mkaes no difference to me at this juncture in time, seeing as if you are in fact reading this still you probably have other issues. Or you could be my biographer, or CIA handler. in either case, ha! You have to read this dribble while I can gambol about in the bright sunshine, drinking rum out of a handmade porcelian bottle from New Guinea. fun stuff, this CIA handling. They got to shadow you and rwally have no lives of their own. Not that I have a life, but I'm sure that you get the general idea. What I meant to say there was that I can have fun pretending to have a life while they, (the handler and biographer) look on in envy, but I guess it really doesn't work. Oh well, have a good day, I will try to have one, though I don't know if it'll work. bye
Posted by Greenmantle at May 27, 2004 11:03 PM