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forever the turtle

It’s a shame to defame turtles by comparing myself to their grossly misstated stereotype. At least they proceed at a certain pace, while I dart about here and there never really progressing or even moving in any one definable direction for any length or regular period of time.

But I’m happy regardless. I have finally gotten around to laundry, though my room is in a state of sadness due to the mystery mounds of detritus that need sifting through. It must be some sort of ritual that began long ago due to a lack of anything more satisfying to accomplish – or perhaps my true calling is at floor 7 1/2 of the Mertin-Flemmer building utilizing my knack for categorizing and my hunch-backed posture.

(side note: I’m not sure why all my previous April posts disappeared… I thought it was the change in months, however, the muvfugga posts seemed to have remained. curious… perhaps it was a “rebuild”? Apologies to the 3 and one half people that may have visited [occasionally] to find nothingness. )

Still can’t manage to get into the swing of updates like Tysen or Chak. Prunes for regularity or some digital equivalent? My half-baked japan journal will appear at some point. Salutations.

23 May 2002, 10:45 ::

I am going on a un-intentional part time hunger strike protesting my emotional ineptitude, and my lack of responsibility. It’s great, so far in the last 4 1/2 days all I’ve eaten is some sushi, a slice of pizza, 4 smoothies, and nibbled on some salads. It’s good for the budget, and great for the love handles (although I do feel faint). Granted jmmygoggle survives on pringles and peanutbutter, but this is uncharted waters for me. I even went to the health club I pay 100$/month but have only gone 10 times in a year, and now my chest feels like I was hit by bats due to the bench presses. I cleaned my room, did laundry, and even cleaned my car. Boy it feels good to be righteous. If only my room had windows. BC.

— SiSawat 2002-05-26 08:32 #
i ran over a turtle just outside of carbondale, that poor slow-moving and patient bastard lugging his home around with him was flipped over and put into a high-speed backspin like an animal remake of that wyld style vid…
where are they on the food chain anyhow?
they’re kind of greasy for meat eaters, but they were mutant ninjas named for great artists and one of their kind beat a rabbit in a race.
what was my point? oh yes, what happens when your slowpencil turltle wears away his eraser feet? do they grow back or does he go to dick blick for refills?

— rmckaggis 2002-05-26 10:33 #

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