I've already said it all...
Nothing to say I haven't already said before...
I really think this blog should be shut down...
But I'm too addicted to talking shit to shut it down...
Wonder what wonderful "counsel" my counsellor will have for me today...
I am ***SO*** over this life of mine...
Anyone reading this blog needs to go get a life...
Sorry, no wisdom here today...
There wasn't any yesterday either...
Kerouak was a genius...
I really think this blog should be shut down...
But I'm too addicted to talking shit to shut it down...
Wonder what wonderful "counsel" my counsellor will have for me today...
I am ***SO*** over this life of mine...
Anyone reading this blog needs to go get a life...
Sorry, no wisdom here today...
There wasn't any yesterday either...
Kerouak was a genius...
posted by The Editor at
4:48 AM
11 Comments:
Don't tell me you're off the pills again?
You don't get out of life until the contract expires and only the good die young.
I guess that means you'll be the oldest living blogging grouch in cyberspace.
Oh scheiss, here's me just back with time to poke around on the interwebs again and yer thinking of shutting down, drat. Kerouak only did it so that he'd have something to write about. Hey, get a decent pair of boots, a backpack and head SouthWest fer x days .. will buy you a beer if you get here .. heh heh. (have to admit that a caravan is a bit more comfortable, though .. heh).
JahTeh, one can always terminate one's own contract, but don't fret, I'm too ambiguous about that issue at the moment.
Davo, thanks for the kind message you left on our voicemail. And don't fret about this reservoir of crap shutting down any time soon. As I said, I'm still hooked on talking shit. As for humping a swag, you must be kidding.
Umm...ummm...ummm....yeah well.
I'm inclined to agree, or not.
So you're not alone.
Actually, we are not alone.
So they say.
Haven't heard the voices for a while, now you come to mention it.
Glad you've realized you can't quit. It's all ebbs and flows, Gerry; one cannot exist without the other.
I've been saving up to come visit you one day. I'll bring the cab sav—or grape juice if you're on meds. It will probably take a while for me to save enough for the trip, so you better plan on spending some more time . . .
Phil, did I mention any voices? I'm confused.
Rocker, ebbs and flows? You try riding tsunamis, me, I'm getting a tad seasick... Hope you do make it over here one day. Would be nice to meet you. Same goes for all of you masochistic readers of this dung heap. But you'll need to do it before the global economy crashes - unless you're mega-rich... I give it three years - five at most. Then we'll all be slashing our wrists... Actually, it'll be the plastic bag for me.
Is this blog black enough for you yet, guys?
Gerry - no, you didn't, I did, it's what emerges when I try to do the old James Joyce stream-of-consciousness style.
That is to say, I write rubbish. I may as well write the code check which this time is "phxng"!
Phil, you don't write rubbish. Leave the self flagellating to me, old son. I do it so much better... ;-)
Yes Phil, one should always leave it to the expert or should that be crapspert?
BeHAVE, JT...
Saving up, Me? Umm, when have paid off the taxman (probably 10 years), i'd like to get some teeth(another 10 years) .. after that, would like to purchase a Percheron(or Clydesdale) to get me from A to B. Something to live for
(Um, mathematics wasn't my best subject.)
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