They're Nuttier than Squirl Turds...
Well, let me start off by saying that despite my vast, and almost incomprehendible knowledge of computers, my journal?s website still insists on disobeying my commands. I try and update, and my journal informs me of an error. So I call one of my friends that I assume would be able to facilitate me in my time of need. He said to me, ?Steve, you don?t need to call me up? you must consult the?..WEB MASTER!!!!?. So, I called up Spiderman, and he said, ?mmwwff mmm mmwww wwwffm?. Cause he?s a friggin idiot and forgot to cut a hole for his mouth!

But that is not tonight?s topic of discussion. Recently I learned to what degree, all women are in fact, ?batshit insane?. A close friend of mine, while at the bar ended up making out with some random, who as it turns out, enjoys choking the living hell out of guys while in passionate embrace. And after careful consideration, I concluded the following: Never get romantically involved with a crazy woman. This important lesson repeatedly surfaces in my life, much like how dark clouds gather before an acid rain storm in southern California, or as Robert Downy Jr. appears before the SWAT Team arrives equipped with an assault team of U-Haul moving vans large enough to comfortably relocate his current fix of cocaine and tar heroin. However, no matter how carefully I investigate potential mates, despite the amount of time I spend "getting to know them better" (or as the authorities refer to as "stalking them by hiding in the bushes and furiously masturbating outside their garage"), and regardless of whom I eventually grow romantically linked to, their brains eventually collapse into a Biggie-Sized bowl of wacko chili.

There?s the rub? I like women, and I want women. But that?s about as far as I?ve thought it through. Well anyways?. Big day tomorrow and I gotta either get to studying or buy a Chinese kid, and I can?t even scrape the 20 bucks together it takes. So peace out.