If you click above, you are a tool and I don't like you very much.
This is not a webpage.
This is Santo, friend to children!
Hi, this is my page. I like stuff that is cool and then some. Wheee! I whine, too, and you'll get to read that shit. I hope you enjoy it! The newest thing I write will be below this, and stuff older are the links. And stuff.
So my dream last night was as follows: I'm going back to work at Demdaco (a temp job where I filled out order forms for fake Precious Moments figurines). I'm talking to my old boss, and for some reason she has some hardcore facial stubble. She tells me my desk is upstairs. I'm thinking, "this is a one story building." Because it is, in real life, you see. So I go up the stairs, and there's this gigantic mall up there. Like five aisles wide, five aisles deep. The Great Mall of the Great Plains would get its ass kicked by this mall. Oh, there were two sets of stairs, both spiral. For some reason, my friend Peigi was going up one set, and I went up the other. Hers were pretty sturdy, and so were mine, but mine were really thin and had no rails, and split into two arcs before they got to the floor. And the floor of the mall was like this soft foam, and it was in bits. Not that it was torn or anything, it was just made of lots of these odd building block type bits. And in the middle of the mall was this hot tub, filled with lots of people I can only describe as Cool People. They all had like thong bathing suits that were all metallic like with lots of straps, and lots of eye makeup, and multicolored dreads. So I'm running around looking for wherever the hell Peigi went, not being one of the Cool People and being embarassed about it, and then I woke up and went to class.
E-Mail me here. Oh yeah, and if anyone was interested in what I looked like, I have a picture here. Finally, this is a funny-looking picture of Tura Satana. I'm not sure if there are any that aren't funny-looking, though.
