I’ve decided I’m going to throw shit at my friends.

Not actual shit of course. But various objects. empty soda cans, pizza boxes, crumpled up peices of paper. you know, that type of shit.

“Oh why Elon, master of comedy*, why would you EVER do that?”

Because I think I want everyone to be quiet.

I’ve been getting a lot of ‘Feedback’ from friends about various things in my life and I think I’ve finally reached that point where I’m like ‘Fuck you very much’. I don’t think anyone is being mean. They all want whats best for me. I believe this. But at the same time I believe it comes to a point where you have to just say ‘Ya know what guys, you really care about me and I appreciate it but I think you should shut the fuck up.’

The years almost over. I’m totally freaked out by that. How did a year go by so fast. It was just the beggining. I was being picked up by a dominatrix. It was strange yet exciting. But its all gone. 2005 is coming to a triumphant close.

I should give my parting speach.

Ahem…

…

I gots nothin. Maybe tommorow.

Im out

*Yes, I like to call myself master of comedy in my mind. This may not be a factual representation of my actual abilities, but oh well, its my mind and my blog, I’ll call myself what I want.

Snakes on a plane. Bring the backbeat.

I feel dirty for that last line.

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