entry of nothings

*cough* so yeah.. everything worked out as it always does and the rat goddess floated from the sky on a cloud of fairy pink and granted me back my tongue.. on the condition that i coat the tulips on the top of the hill with a concoction of strawberry scented vaseline and butterfly saliva at the birth of every new siamese twin.. what purpose this would serve i have no idea.. but i've really no objections

stop it stop it stop it

someone should rewrite the bible.
why not? there's an old testament & a new testament. why doesn't someone write an "even newer testament"?

speaking of testaments:
my old porn site

todo:
.paint it:
    forced to drink from..
    nude seahorse girl
.write to georgia
.the business:
    set up the helpdesk skript
    telephone page - pay me to call you [bad ideah?]
    suspend accounts unpaid by 9/14
.verify paypal account

from yester
i'm sleepy
and sad
& know that if i try to write all i'll be able to write about is my inability to write
i feel lonely
friends must be nice