Thursday, August 04, 2005

Day No. 95: Monkey, scrabble my brain.

Perhaps it's a love for words, but I wouldn't say the right ones, not to anyone here. Thery're all men and I wouldn't risk being a queer monkey. The words don't add up to anything, maybe except the 100 dirndls which I might keep and give to my future girlfriend when I get my hairy ass outta here.

Ual Nitsuj has been keeping me company the past few weeks. He's been training me in the art of luck, but his is so good I got my butt spanked red. I tell him I'm a tightwad and only goes for quarterly haircuts. Look at Eilrahc, he cuts only twice a year!

I'm training for abs of steel now. Perhaps when I take Wohc Nehpets tight right fist I wouldn't feel anything. Maybe I should just do what Bret did, cheat. Maybe I should upgrade to titanium alloy. The discovery of Charon today made me feel like $64,000. I heard it was discovered on the same day as I was borne. I feel so cold and distant now, like Charon. I wonder if aliens breathe methane gas?