the clog

Is this your brain?

Hello again, gentle readers. Remember me? Of course you do. I'm the one that writes all the posts in this little old blog. Sorry for the late update. There was a reason for it, to be sure...but still, sorry.

THe reason for the late update (apart from the usual heavy workload getting in the way of doing anything fun), was that I wanted to give a chance for people to react to the Hooberskank Project (and hopefully join in it's undertaking). I has become painfully obvious that nobody online wants to join and that makes me sad. Oh well, I've already found a merry team of pranksters to carry on my vision, so the Hooberskank project will probably take off sometime this summer (Three of those aforementioned pranksters include myself and my two alter-egos...*sigh*). I won't be linking the project so that it will turn into a little game of paranoia: are you really reading a girl's blog? Is this person for real? Mwhahahaahha. Yeah, anyway, enough about that.

What I really want to address today is this unfounded idea that I write only lies in my posts. Please make a note of what I am about to say right now: All my posts are 90% true!

That's right.
When I was talking about blue poop caused by eating the McFish-thing special meal: True
The time that somebody rammed my car when it was parked: True
The seeking of wisdom by going on a journey to the mountains: mostly true
The time I killed someone with a mongoose: not quite true

See? I have no cause to lie in these posts, so why doubt my word? This also makes me sad.
And because of that, I am going to do something drastic. I haven't figured out what this drastic act will be, but be sure that it is...well, drastic! Just not too drastic. I wouldn't want to upset any female readers that weren't scared away by the rampant swearing in the last couple of posts. Anyway, while I think of some drastic action to be done, I'll leave you a little point to ponder:

Why can't I get the games that I want in Malaysia?

What, you were expecting some sort of philosophical question? Anyhoo, I must dash. I've many miles to go before I sleep and I've got a buttload of work. Aloha!