My Twitter updates for Month No. 9 of 2009.
Nobody re-tweets me anymore. What a cold dark place this fun zone has become.
Why do singers always end a lyrical phrase with “blah blah blah, my friend.” Who says I’m David Crosby‘s friend? Who fucking says that?
Decided to unfollow a bunch of celebs; what’s the point? I have no interest in stories of pilot episode read-throughs and script alterations
@gwalter In PDX’s narrowly designed buildings (built for jockeys, clearly) I struggle with finding adequate urinal space. This burdens me.
Is Clark totally checking out Sacagawea‘s hot stuff here? Or is it Lewis being the “Ass Man”? http://tiny.cc/85hyT
Sitting in a skyscraper at 4:00 a.m.-ish listening to ambient doom-jazz and Lustmord; yeah, pretty fucking weird. What planet am I on.
Van Jones is gone already? I was looking to have more fun with his truther cha cha cha.
Why are so many TriMet drivers surly little troglodytes with beret and glove fetishes? #PublicTransportation
The only thing I know about Kanye West, whoever he is, is that occasionally people give him a microphone on TV and he says something.
WHAT IF…Richard Dawkins had joined DOKKEN?
Special Non-Human #FF @TheRealOderus @SP4449@AbductionLamp @Bjork @Doggles
RT @substitute @fimmtiu: BREAKING NEWS: THERE IS AN AUTHOR NAMED J.C. BEAGLEHOLE
I enjoy that my neighbor used the word “davenport” the other day. These things, these views hold up Lite Machines of Laughter & Nostalgia.
Attack therapy!!! http://bit.ly/Fb2Zh
I shall like to become a Nude Encounter Therapist in the Human Potential Movement. http://bit.ly/38nHku
Digging this Ronnie James Dio-era Black Sabbath. Curiously, I somehow missed it as a youthful headbanger. #HeavyMetal #Dio#BlackSabbath asdasd
RT @guruphiliac Conspiracyizing should be listed in the DSM-IV
