For Spanish Dubloons
Serial Novels aren’t popular. I looked up the term, googled it, reworded it, you guess it.
Nothing.
···I found an article in the Nytimes (the newspaper of record). I was somewhat psyched to see them announce a new serial saga….until I noticed the date on the publication: December 22, 1906.
···So yeah, you can say I’m not so sure if its the best idea.
···Seriously, I have some good thoughts on this, but I would rather have alkheloidal hemorraging instead of the anxiety thats rapping on my spine right now.
···Don’t like bloggin either. Rather talk to people, or to no one at all. Unless they put blogs into robots and program them to blog.
I think it would go like this
Sat 09-08: 15:46pm- 0100101101100101011100100111001001111001001000000111011101100001011100110010000001110011011101010110001101101000001000000110000100100000011000100110100101110100011000110110100000100000011101000110111101100100011000010111100100101110001000000101011101100101001000000111011101100001011010010111010001100101011001000010000001101111011101010111010001110011011010010110010001100101001000000111010001101000011001010010000001000100010100010010110000100000011011010110010100100000011000010110111001100100001000000100010001110010011011110110111001100101001000000011011100101110001000000101011101100101001000000110100001100001011001000010000001101111011101010111001000100000011001110111010101101110011100110010000001101111011101010111010000101100001000000110000101101110011001000010000001110111011001010010000001101000011010010110010000100000011000100110010101101000011010010110111001100100001000000110100001101001011100110010000001100010011101010110110101110000011001010111001000100000011101000110111100100000011101110110000101101001011101000010110000100000011000100111010101110100001000000110100001100101001000000111001101100001011101110010000001110100011010000110010100100000011011010111010101111010011110100110110001100101011100110010000001100001011011100110010000100000011100110111010001100001011110010110010101100100001000000110100101101110011100110110100101100100011001010010000001101100011010010110101101100101001000000110000100100000011000100110100101110100011000110110100000101110
If you can figure that out, I’ll kill you.
So this is a whole mess. I used to do that whole livejournal thing, but I got bored of everyone asking me if I liked Coke/Pepsi and what would be my dream girl/guy’s song. Ha, I’ll probably drag some of those out to pad.
So yeah, I’d like to think that I’m in adolescense right now and haven’t even peeked at some blogging mojo. I really think its because I can’t write this in a fake voice. I can talk just fine: words fly out of my pit fast enough to keep people stunned until I POP with the period at the end, and I can walk away like a freed skunk. This is odd though. It only reminds me of talking right at a wall, and my voice just shoots back faster than I can duck.
···SO, I see this potentially going two ways:
······1. I actually get used to it and enjoy it. I pull Lincoln and call this my stoop and listen to people. Maybe even shout at passersby and wiggle my gangleons until they complain. Might even say a smart thing or two.
······2. I just put up more lolcat pictures and ignore the one guy who links me to sites for Dahmer enthusist.
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