|: Saturday, April 22, 2000 :|
11:05:30 PM
My guinea pig sneezed. Just thought you'd all like to know. Did I spell guinea right? It's been four months since I got him and I'm still not sure. Silly ol' me. Trix are for kids.
¦ Stuyvesant Parker ¦ link ¦
5:51:54 PM
"That guy who was picking his glasses up in the street was wearing a Ralph's shirt. He must be from another Ralphs because I've never seen him at our Ralph's" -- Wait, remind again exactly why the hell do I care? (::Sigh::) I, as one, do not get off on stupid little useless knowledge like that. Oh well, maybe it's just me.
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4:31:22 PM
I don't think I've been quite this bored in a long time, and lets not forget that I'm listening to way too much Bowie. Feels like my head is going to explode. Poor me. I'm already sick of this little temporary design for EB, I wish I could toss together really cool shit like everyone else, but I can't. It's such a pity, too... I want to do so much but I havent got the ability but it's quite alright. I wont beat myself up over it. Tomorrow is easter. Wait, is it? Today is Saturday right? Yes, alright. Fucking Internet Time, those are damn ugly watches.
¦ Stuyvesant Parker ¦ link ¦
2:24:57 PM
Hi...and oh yeah, fuck you, Brad.
¦ Matt Sharp ¦ link ¦
1:29:15 PM
This is a test of the emergancy broadcast system. Listen to the beeps inflitrate your head and sink their way into your subconsious. If you happen to be the type of idiot who sleeps with the television on, when there is an emergency this tone will wake you up immediately. There will always be an emergency when you're sleeping really deeply and you think life couldnt get any better than this. We will wake you up from your really great sex with Jessica Alba fantasies and everything else.
Uh, yeah!
Welcome.
¦ Stuyvesant Parker ¦ link ¦