Since I'm going to be away from my computer in Vegas, I want you guys to do the work this weekend. When I come back, I want no less than 12 comments with topics for me to write about (or pose myself taking pictures with, or draw, whatever--I just want some homework assignments). There can be multiple posts from the same person (which I imagine it will be), but the ideas represented in each have to be different.
This works two-fold: 1) I come back with a bunch of things to write and 2) I get to use the word two-fold.
I'll try to do as many suggestions as I can. If I use yours, maybe I'll take a picture of me with my shirt off and your name written on my chest in cat blood.
If there aren't at least 12 comments by Monday at 11:59 p.m., I'll completely switch the direction of this blog and turn into an emo kid. That's right. Here's a sample of what you'll be seeing:
god--my dad is so lame--he is sitting on the cowch watching Giligans Iland--and he's laughing--how can he laff rite now?--its like he doesnt no how much it sucks 2b alive espeshially in this house--i have to eat dinner with my mom tomorrow nite--she probably wants 2 go 2 some stupid place like Olive Garden or something--god--i hope she has to work late and cancel so I can just sit in my room listening to my music in the dark--oh yeah--i cut myself again today--cutting is the only thing that makes me feel real--you know?--its so good when my own blood starts to trickel from my arm--thats the only way i know im alive--not like anybody reads this anyway--whatever
Current mood: Melancholy
Listening to: My brain consume itself from all the monotony
That's right, bitches.
Get to work.
Interesting thought of the day:
If practice makes perfect, what does malpractice make? Families sad when their dad dies!