Where would the world be without Ozzy covering Hendrix...

Fellow deviants! Good day, gut morgen, buenos dias. One lump or four? I'm a chameleon when I want to be. I wrote a message on the board before anyone came in today to take a biology exam. It (it = a horrible mean man) threatened to pelt anyone who failed it with apples and most likely poisoned apples with spikes. Oh hell yeah, I think that's on fear factor by now. I have English Grammer for Dummies on my desk; I like those Dummies books. They suit people like myself. I got this spark to type because I'm complacent and antisocial, but that will change with time. I really get absorbed into astrology sometimes. I spent all night one time to read about pisces and famous pisceans. That's a new question to flirt with in bars now, "what's your sign, baby doll, I bet yours says you're a foxy demon, you jackrabbit you." I feel a little dopey saying certain things like that, but yeah, I'm used to letting it all out. I think I'm trying to be more popular on mindsay because there's too many fine chicks dwelling in this community that need to be entertained by my tedwardian wits and seduced to the point of drooling. Oh yeah, I'm pimp like that. I agree with my Uncle when he told that whites are trying to be like blacks and blacks to be like italians (wiggaz and gangstaz). Yeah, what. I kicked your ass back in Knoxville and don't come back again. Heh, that's all I have to say to make a rap song; just trash talk and boom, I'm on MTV showing off my shack. Fucking salami dickwads. I like getting lost here in PA; there's so many woodlands and covered pathways that I can spend the rest of my life "lost." Fuck yeah, lost forever in the squirrel village being eaten alive and toasted on a revolving stick like that shis-ka-boobs. I'll end this entry with the word "boobs." Later, boobs.