Alright, I'm going to stick with this layout for a while, I promise. Made it special and everything - even though it's not incredibly special, itself. But boys with hands in their pants + webcam ODs = ART, right?
I've been making a lot of headers recently, despite the fact I have nothing to...head.
Look for some new short stories 'n' stuff in the near future - 'cause I've been exposed to a lot of weird/macabre/demented stuff in the past couple days (thanks to the Discovery Channel, Wikipedia, and that video of Kenneth "MrHands" Pinyan and his equine friend). Great catalysts right there.
AND. Did you know that SOMEONE, SOMEWHERE, has an audio recording of the first six minutes of Tim Treadwell's fatal bear-maul? I would pay big bucks for that, fo'real. Though, for some reason, I have a feeling he didn't even wake up, y'know? 'Cause he was still in the tent and everything. What a bitch. What irony.
Like, the DEFINITION of irony.
Lately, I've been having a lot of trouble dealing with the Liar's Paradox. It's constipating my brain.
At two o'clock, I will have been awake for twenty-four hours. And that'll also mark the third day I've been wearing this shirt. And about the bajillionth day since I washed my hair (it's such a fuckin' hassle!). But it's not like I have to go anywhere, right?
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