morbidium's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Random Thoughts from a Warped Mind I think that all children who aren't mine, have brain damage. I need to open a strip bar and sushi restaurant here called......Eat Me Raw! I found out just now that Deviant Art, a web site for stock photos etc, has BANNED MY IP due to failure to follow policies of the site.... ....this wouldn't be a problem if I had actually BEEN TO THE SITE BEFORE! Fuckers, I guess I don't need to use their shit! Diary review sites suck ass, self important fuckers. If it smells like a dog, looks like a dog and has a brown nose....it's probably a dog. Template Design competitions are stupid, and for people who can't do anything without others approval and attention. Popularity contests for designers=gay. I know I've stated this before but it bares repeating as I just happened upon a design site whose owner won one of those things. She's like "over the moon", good float off into space then and spare the world another shallow mind. When asked about my own design site(yes, I own one but it's not public yet, doesn't have enough designs on it to be public, and I will never enter a design competition), I was asked if it was HTML 4.01 valid!!! In short, no it isn't, because validators won't make it valid because of code generated by my host at the bottom of my coding, but even if that wasn't the case.....WHO FUCKING CARES?! Is this really a big deal? if the design works, it works, if it doesn't then fix it, why does it need to be valid?! How many licks does it take to get to the center of a tootsie roll pop? Doesn't it strick anyone as strange that when milk curdles in the refridgerator we throw it out, but then go eat a bowl of cottage cheese? Which is in fact.....curdled milk. How do you know when sour cream goes bad? George Bush is actually the missing link between us and apes. Right now I had a flashback to the movie "Out Cold", where Pig Pen is on the computer talking to "Chloe" in a lesbian chat room, turns out "Chloe" is actually his boss in real life. What do you think the chances are of Billy Boyd surfing the web, doing a search for his own name, finding this diary, and doing one of two things: either emailing me or signing my guestbook, or turning me in as a stalker? And if he did email or guestbook entry me, what are the chances I'd believe it was really him? How many women out there stink? I can put my ankles behind my head, Mojo loves this, I think it's kind of slutty. Would you get arrested for exposing yourself to a blind person? Anyone who wears coke bottle glasses because they're afraid of touching their eye, deserves to be unattractive and shouldn't bitch. My son is a contorsionist, or however that's spelled. Did old time hookers suck dick on horseback? Mojo is going to shit when he finds out I called in to play hookie from work today. He might even be mad. Fuck him. I think people Who're cronically late are self-important twits. I have a friend who can't cook, she could ruin oatmeal. Cheese soup sounds good for dinner. Why is air colorless? And why the fuck are you all sleeping????? 3:03 p.m. - July 22, 2004 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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