Back to Today
9/05/03
It's 8:30am. I got up at 5:45 today. It was still dark out. I atually don't mind getting up at 5:45 when it's 5:45. I mind getting up that early when it's 3pm. That's when it hits me.
You know, people often ask me, "what do you think of these reality shows?" and to those people I often say "I'm sorry, what did you say? Bejality flows? What do I think of these bejality flows?" To which people often respond "No, REALITY SHOWS. What do you think of these REALITY SHOWS?" to which I often reply "I'm sorry. I'm just not getting that part. It sounds like you said retalitary clothes. Is that something you wear to get back at someone?" Then people often get slightly impatient and they say, once more, this time slowly and carefully "I asked you... what you think of these reality shows." And then I often say "Oooh! I'm sorry. I didn't hear you the first time." Then we sit there quietly until they say, "So, what do you think?" and then I often quickly say "Queers say what?" and they say "What?" and then I know that they're queer.
Here's something I do occasionally, because it helps me relax. I write emails to the president telling him that he's a cunt. I would like to encourage all of you to do the same. You'd be suprised how good it makes you feel. Here's an example of an email I sent recently...
Dear Mister president Bush: I am writing you this afternoon to remind you that you are a cunt. Yes you are. You are a presidential cunt. Please stop being president soon, so that you can just be a rich, retarded cunt, which would be less harmful. Thank you very much, you cunt.
Love, Louie.
Ah, doesn't that feel better. Go ahead and try it. It only takes a minute and feels very nice.
Interesting, isn't it, that it only took me three blog entries to degenerate to this completely sophmoric, assholic level?
Thanks for reading,
LCK
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