hi my name is stereo mike

my alarm clock had a few ants coming out of it. i opened it up and poured them onto a dish in the sink and voila, several hundred ants. how the clock continued to work is beyond me.

if you read my other post you would know that i am sick. no, that wasn't just a clever metaphor. and no, i wasn't just reffering to my mind, jackass. anywho, either it gets progressively worse throughout the day, or i seem to have taken it the fuck out. a simple concoction of 6mg melatonin, 1 (emergency) oz of lambs rum, 20gr of creatine monohydrate, 5 tbs of greens, 2 multi-vitamins, 1 tablet of apple cider vinegar and 10hrs sleep seem to have relieved most of my symptoms. perhaps pizza pops will also help in my endeavour. i just realized i haven't been to the doctor in a long-ass time. perhaps i should go get my bones prodded and such to find i'm fine but still dieing. We never die if we're always living. not rlly? ktnxbye.

yu 

quite possibly the greatest thing mankind has ever known

Owned

sick. there might not be a cure.

linkz0rs

Stewie Griffin Sound Board
Puki
can you spot me while i bench press 600 lbs?

lowest common denominator

think what you shall, you are blind. perhaps if i posted bad poetry and more bland everyday happenings ad hoc you'd be more appeased. it's all right there, in the text friends! celebrated mediocrity and the new-new blog world. i don't care.

what you say?! 

you were wrong. you were right.

removed. too much, i suppose.

woke up with this thing above my face. guess i should start sleeping with the window closed.