September 2003
14 posts
Coach, we need to go to the bathroom!
Large sloshing pipes of access have finally made their way to me. Renewed access to online torrent has not given me the connected high that I so crave; I possess a visible vein thumping headache as result. This will not stop me.
Instead, I have ever present lack of originality and drive to keep high and trancendence somehow recondite.
Seriously, learn to type and shut the fuck up.
Jay
who...
August 2003
11 posts
I don't need you bitch, I'm on the Rubik's Cube...
Razzing frazzer seven day DSL order delay!
Still, am now spore free in new abode.. But lack of essentials continues to impede progress towards murky goal. Lack of large heaping piles of online access bother’s me more than affleck’s hair.
Send food and woman. That one. Yes, that one.
Jay
baking in the sun
and jittery with caffiene trait
I had spores.
And when you're not looking, I TURN MY HAT...
Last night I found myself staring into a thick murky cup of decaf— fucking DECAF— coffee and I realized I hadn’t poured any of myself out on this thing in a while.
What can I say? My taint’s been stinking about elsewhere.
Oh, and Catwoman is so good that I swear DC editorial doesn’t even know they’re publishing it.
Balls!
Seriously, fuck this game.
I'm nothing by myself!
Yagh, spider.
Come on, fight me!
Do it.
Voodoo that you do!
If this works, you will have yet another satisfied mfop2 user.
Oh, happy day.
As Josh said, I have graduated from being a mere connoisseur to being a mother fucking Eating Day chef.
My day! Me! And if I fail? You say NOTHING! NOTHING!
Jay
now chef of boondock
which is kind of like
being the world’s tallest midget
It makes me feel powerful.
Hamilton Morris hasn’t got shit on me.
I never really cared about Bluetooth. I can’t explain it. It just annoyed the crap out of me. But OS X’s integration with it is a wonderful thing.
Windows, OTOH, is a nightmare of bad Widcomm drivers. The sheer volume of complaints I’ve found is almost as bad as all the bitching I’ve seen about Sprint.
But I am free! Free...
I power my battery and it powers me.
(Even though everyone has already seen it…)
Power from blood could lead to ‘human batteries’.
Downright scary to wake up and see sci-fi happening right in front of you. Not the first time, I suppose.
Interesting comments on die puny humans.
Jay
who has to deal with this
before coffee.