Mon Rantings de Fromage.

We Rip The Faces Of Hookers At Bay Point. I start every single morning with a breakfast of iron. I eat nails and shit razors. Then I go to my computer and delete every single piece of fanmail I have recieved within the night without even bothering to read them. The amount of daily fanmail is measured in googolplexes. That is because I am a high-profile rock star and people would kill to be allowed the grace spending one hour with me. About 90% of the European population have my name tattooed somewhere on their skin.

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Life Ruiners

Oooo, I got new jeans. Thats the whole point. Zzzz. Did I tell you I cant read? Oh, I did that’s so weird.

The dream of being the tight rope walker, as your local circus I say go for it! Harold Singer. La la la deeee la. Here’s some really old pictures of me and people:

Good one.

Good one.

Good one.

And stop. I thought why not. We’ll share them with the world. Then you can screen cap them. Don’t act like you dont know what screen cap means. Then you can post them everywhere and ruin our lives. *Thumbs up*. HEYHEY, I love life ruiners.

Do you think I can stand on my head? Probably. Rrrrrrr. Something thats been kindda weirden-ing me out these past few days. Aaaa. Mmmmm. That I really just want to, hit on: HIT ON: So many people have been reblogging my blogs onto their accounts. I’m asking from the bottom of my little heart, will that just stop!!! It’s so creepy to me, and I just wanted to throw in this random blog, while im thinking about it. And I thought hey why not? Maybe they’ll get the message that I don’t like it.

I’m throwing my glasses under my legs. You’ll probably be really impressed if you could see them. Randomness is hard. ‘THATS WHAT SHE SAID’. Hahaha. That sounded really creepy when I said that in my head.

Let me outter here! that was awesome. *door bell rings* My new shoes that I just ordered might be at the door, be right back. Just keep staring at the screen and keep refreshing it. I’LL BE RIGHT BACK.

Notes  10/04/10