Working It

My apologies on the poor output of bloggage the past couple of days. When I wasn't working it felt like time was this obstacle that I had to try to overcome and now all of a sudden I'm working and doing other stuff and time is actually a commodity again. Funny how that works, huh? More like, absolutely hilarious how that works. Ha ha ha! That's how I laugh when something is sidsplittingly hysterical to me-three quick bursts, and then I pass out. I just came to. It's strange how we express 'snapping out of a state of unconsciousness' and 'having an orgasm also' the same way-personally I think one often leads to the opposite of the other. I'm tempted to leave on that note, but I will write on. Man, I wish I had left on that sentence I wrote two sentences ago. Now three. What do you mean now three isn't a complete sentence? And who are "you" that is reading my blog as I write it and getting all nitpicky about sentence structure? Oh, it's former WWF wrestler Brutus the Barber Beefcake. Hey Cake, keep proofreading away. Just leave those novelty size scissors be. It has just been brought to my attention that my friendster profile still says I live in Brooklyn, and that was so 4 weeks ago, so I'm going to do that before I return to writing more trivia questions. I wish I could give you guys a sampling of the questions I've been writing, but that my compromise the integrity of the show I'm working for, and it didn't work this hard to establish such integrity just to have some punk at a loss for what to write about storm in and start chipping away at that coat of armor. And by armor I mean integrity.

I don't have to go home but I should get back to work!