Lots of Monkeys

Another good fake spam name in the inbox today.

Gay Justice

Indeed.

Just thinking.

I think about a redesign at least twice a year before not doing anything. I may migrate the blog over to a subdomain, and make this site something to do with lots of monkeys. I’m not sure.

Anything can happen.

I’m fairly certain that my 5th grade english teacher, Mrs. Nordlie, is going to have a fit.

Yuriko : Lunch?

Praxis : A little early. I’m going to convocation this year.
That’s at 11.
Kind of need to represent.

Yuriko : no worries

Praxis : Word.
I be up in that amphitheatre for reals, dog.

Yuriko : ~sigh~

Praxis : With all the fly honeys.
. . .
Does this hurt you as much as it does me?

Yuriko : More

Occasionally one does feel the need to be “down” with one’s “peeps.” This need can be very overwhelming, and in some extreme cases, override grammarian programming.

I ask for your forgiveness during these periods of weakness.

Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you:

Benacerraf O. Disemboweling

I had to laugh a little when I saw that in the sender field.

Here’s a little story about a girl who we will call, “Mina.” Now, this story has nothing to do with real life, I can’t tell you that enough, so without further filler at this point, I’m going to start my story.

Mina enjoyed cigarettes, and one day, while she was having a cigarette break, a capricious, although very handsome imp decided to mix a bit of her food together. You see, this was at dinner, and his food had not arrived yet. He moved some grits there, and some corned hash around, mixing them together into what he called, “Grash.” Now, the imp never really told anyone that he called it, “Grash,” as this was all in his head. After a while, he got bored and went back to waiting for his food.

Then, the boy-Mina-was-not-dating saw what the imp did and told him that he just did something that Mina really hates.

“You just did something that Mina really hates.” He said, fiddling with his Treo.
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