Bite me Blogthings
I was fucking around with various blogthings and finally came to a couple that were too absurd to not promote:
The what rejected crayon are you
You know, because it is something I have always wanted to know...who the hell thinks of these things? This was the response I was given...how did they find out? Freaky how accurate that was.
And this fucked up fortune cookie generator
A useless crappy fortune says what? Oh, ya here it is:
Baseball got it all wrong � man with four balls cannot walk.
Hmm, did baseball get it all wrong? Shit there goes all my life plans that were intrinsically tied with baseball. How will I ever survive?
I decided to give the fortune one more shot and was amply rewarded with some deep thoughts:
Better to be pissed off than pissed on
I'm thinking of changing my blog title to reflect this tidbit of wisdom.
The what rejected crayon are you
You know, because it is something I have always wanted to know...who the hell thinks of these things? This was the response I was given...how did they find out? Freaky how accurate that was.
And this fucked up fortune cookie generator
A useless crappy fortune says what? Oh, ya here it is:
Baseball got it all wrong � man with four balls cannot walk.
Hmm, did baseball get it all wrong? Shit there goes all my life plans that were intrinsically tied with baseball. How will I ever survive?
I decided to give the fortune one more shot and was amply rewarded with some deep thoughts:
Better to be pissed off than pissed on
I'm thinking of changing my blog title to reflect this tidbit of wisdom.
posted by jinx at 2:27 AM
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I have questions... so many questions:
Is there a preformatted bit of "code" that exists on Blogger that will let me add links and what-not in the margins or do I need to learn the HTML?
By the way, Rosie-O, nice work on the Weebl and Bob--that was just what I needed in the last two days of finals... nyuk, nyuk.
The mind bends, ceases, and cracks,
Dementia sets in as another day begins.
I was not always like this; I was great,
And you were supportive before it turned bad.
Now I sit with my thoughts on hold,
Apart from the wind that bustles in total euphoria.
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