Saturday, August 30, 2008
porno yogurtberry toga and manequins and justice
I'm trying to stay current and I've put some meta bullshit code but it doesn't work. Tags and widgets will be the end of civilization. I'm trying to link something and I just wasn't born to know this shit. But, I was born and so I'll try. Anyhow, dear readers, I see you've left in droves. So be it. I'm fine. Much to tell. Too much. I've been out and about making friends and... enemies. Jeez, what is up with these awful women who are supposedly doing comedy? Well, both of them are as dumb as a box of rocks-- as dumb as retarded box of rocks if you ask me. Time is flailing by and truth is emerging and hopefully all the hope I have that life makes any sense will not be for naught or whateva. What a year. It seems okay to say retarded lately. in my day, it wasn't. I figure all it's because we don't see retarded people around much anymore because they are either home schooled or on retarded.com. I'm not being mean or even kidding. I think this is true.
I've decided to completely drop my serial killer persona for the time being as it is not bringing the desired "traffic." I've taken my manifiestos and ravings to the stage as of late and that seems a wise choice. Sorry, Bloggy. I just am not that into you. I am a vertitable goldmine of jokes and entertainmentism. I await the day, that hovers near, where it all comes together.
Anyhow, Oprah's pick is going to be our president. I can't be bothered anymore or at least not for today. His parents died too young and his wife is a bit hard on the eyes and I'm not going to begrudge his undeservingness today.
Corey Haim is a lovely boy and must get away from that awful Feldman and his wretched wife.
Corey Haim,
If you are reading my blog:
You are a lovely boy with much hope. Ignore all these awful people who are trying to elevate themselves by devaluing you. I would say call me, but I hate the phone since it causes me skin problems.
Best,
Abbey.
The muffin business is doing well. The cupcake craze is waning and the frozen yogurt frenzy is faltering and the american public needs another very uncomplicated comfort food. Enter-- muffins. And tea. Tea is riding coffees ass. Coffee bean and tea leaf will soon be tea leaf and coffee bean. you read it here first. Crispy Cremes looks on with envy as folks realize that effusiviness over donuts is unseemly. I foresee that in a few years that muffins too will lose their favor and maybe small bundt cakes will take their place. I don't know. I'm not that sharp today and can't think of many small uncomplicated pastries that will take off.
On santa monica blvd there are many manequins. And, I am not talking about the human ones. I'm talking about the headless, often limbless manequins that are created to give some idea how a peice of clothes might look . I really want to get into these manequins and how i've come to despise them but I am being called away and so I'll just leave you with the fact that right near a store with these manequins on santa monica blvd there is a storefront with a woman who is in a porny but clothed stance and there is an advertisement that says u pump ur own yogurt. Or something like that. And she seems asian from the graphic and she is pumping yogurt. WTF. Can someone tell me what that's about. I'm on the run and will be back when I can.
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