Monday, August 29, 2005


This morning I was confronted with the most hideous-looking cockroach in my kitchen. It had this very industrial, neo-modern exoskeleton. And it was translucent so I could see its innards, viscera and what not. Gross. That means this mother fucker probably can live underground as well as above ground. He's like a Mole Cockroach. Maybe Albino?

I don't know. Mother fucker is dead.

ps: I saw through his thick exoskeleton and I can posivitely say that cockroaches don't have hearts.

Friday, August 26, 2005

The Governor has decided on pancakes

I haven't been watching "The Real World" lately, so I'm falling behind on all the hip bars, but I did read the New Yorker article on Kinky Friedman running for governor. In the article he said he hates that people aren't taking him seriously on this. Today CNN ran a bit about him, and the headline was, "Is he serious?" CNN, don't you read the New Yorker? The man refers to himself as "The Governor"! Of course he's serious.

Can I go to a rally even if I don't live in Texas? Can I vote for him?

Thursday, August 25, 2005

I tole you

I tole you bitches.

Five more days until Noradrienne commences.