It was a warm, rainy, late May morning. The sun was filtered through a layer of thick white clouds that looked like mashed potatos schmeard across the sky. "Mmmmm potatos..." thought private detective Jay Stickson. Seven thirty A.M. was strange territory for Jay, his theory being that man was not supposed to exsist before eleven at the earliest. ( Read more... )

..........I am Job Shopping

Ok so I've been BUSY. Here is the lowdown for any readers taking notice ( Read more... )

January 2, 2009. Headcold from hell decends uppon the Monkeysama.....
my head hurty..No me gusta nada. Drugs are the answer to this problem.....
Oh yeah 2008 was a mixed bag: Grumbles to the crappy stuff, Cheers to the good.
Where are my drugs??

OH SHIT FOOLS!!!!! While all you white folks was busy bringing sexy back, a black man done jacked the presidency!!!!!!!!!!! All you crackers, rednecks, hillbillies, and fools better watch yo selves now!!! We gonna burn this fucker down!!!!!! BLACK RAGE! We will over come bitches!!!!!!!!- The Rev. Umbutu O'Mally uppon hearing of Obama's win ( Read more... )

And I need your help peoples!!!!!!! Does anyone listen to the band The Arcade Fire? If one of you does can you explain the song titled Neighborhood #1(Tunnels)???? The gorram song is stuck in my head, and even after reading the lyrics over-and-over I still can't make heads or tails of the damm song!!!!!!!! Explination needed!!! HELP!!!! I'm going

*John Lennon spins in his grave ( Read more... )

"Jobs are part of the answer. They bring the income which permits a man to provide for his family ( Read more... )

Initial reaction: FUCK THE WHAT? Why is the president giving a special address? Is it Freak-out panic time ( Read more... )

I dream of you every night. That might sound like some silly-ass romanticism but it's true! Sometimes it's not a good thing, I have nightmares about you leaving me, or hurting me in amazingly fucked up ways. Sometimes I dream about us just being together doing mundane things, shopping or sitting around. Hell I'll confess: sometimes I have bizzar- ( Read more... )