I Heard, As It Were

Right. I got my Magneto helmet on. You can't penetrate my mind. But it's cool because he is meeting me here today, to take me to his mansion in the sky. None of that is true. Not one word. I wonder if you knew that? Because I didn't until I really thought about it.
In reality, I have my Padres hat on. I have no plans on leaving to anything, except maybe the porn store. But I doubt I will go. I really don't like leaving my room.
I am really interested in how this show, "Rome," on HBO is going to turn out. It looks like it might be pretty good. But then there is that other show about the same shit on like ABC or some shit. I don't know why two stations would run the same show. I bet the one on HBO is better because of, what I have dubbed, the "titty factor."
I have been reading this stuff written by Father Malachi Martin. It is really some interesting stuff. If you dig that sort of thing, which I do. I am all about apocalyptic type shit. He also writes on some other shit, but I am not all that interested in it.
You know what some shit is that doesn't interest me at all. Aliens. Couldn't care less about them. I wouldn't mind whooping some grey ass though. I'd like to beat one until he tells me why all them crop circles have been popping up. I'll bet it has something to do with the NHL. I'll put money on the fact that the sole reason the aliens watch us and probe our asses and mutilate our cattle was to try and prevent the strike and now to get them back on the ice. Yep. Hockey rules the galaxy.
Sometimes I just go buy condoms to make the clerk think I am having sex.
I hate eggnog. No I don't hate it. I really enjoy it.
Anchorman is fucking hilarious.
I dated this girl for a brief stint in Graduate School. She was horrible.