365 have passed. and what have we learned? growth is in the market. and once again i'm standing in line waiting for what's instore. you'll make great pets.
be a team player. say nice things. wipe your mascara off in the copy room. buy nothing in our economic depression, unless you use your hello kitty gold card.
as i mask the uncomfort of needing to go buy a new pen, i wondered if my reflection from the caring would bring me silence. then i went on tee-vee. fame and destruction lie ahead.
time like warm water exiting down the drain. washing away your apathy in the breakfast nook of genericism. on a warm gray day ideas will be born throughout. and you are the harbinger of irrational intoxication on a fantasy team. alienate your core audience, and apologize for nothing at all. call your mother.
people often ask me if i'm on drugs. i'm not. i'm just bored with television and going to the gym or practice of somewhat is just not in the cards. there's more than the shell. besides, who else is going to make you laugh when chaos has ensued?