Hey!
Guess what! My ass really hurts. I needed to share this with you because, as a Blogger, it is my responsibility to you, as a BlogReader, to tell you only the most interesting tidbits of the mundane shit that goes on in my life. I should tell you, so that you don't think I've been leading some bizarre secret sex life, that the reason my ass really hurts, is that I've been sitting in my leather chair on my bare ass. Crap, that doesn't really help my case, does it? Okay, the reason I was sitting on my bare ass in my leather chair is because it's really fucking hot in my room. and when it's really fucking hot in here, my pants get sweaty. Logical enough. So I take them off. Also logical enough, until you've sat in that chair for an hour or two and suddenly feel the need to get up. Then it turns into a big, big mistake. Now my ass really hurts, and you really needed to know this.
I also went to go see
Slava's SnowShow. I'm not going to elaborate any more than that, for fear that the images seared into my head and which now, with great effort on my part, reside in the dark recesses of my brain where I am never to find them again, will surface once again to terrorize my imagination with visions of green and yellow clowns, giant balloons, and copious amounts of paper snow. I've already said too much.
Well the big move, which was supposed to happen today, has now been pushed back to Friday. I know you don't care, but isn't that what blogging is all about? Telling other imaginary people about stuff that even their imaginary minds don't want to hear? I think so.
If you like music, seek out "Speedy Motorcycle" by Yo La Tengo, specifically the version which features a phoned-in (literally) vocal from Daniel Johnston. If you don't know either of those people, don't bother. Instead, download as much of their individual stuff as possible, then listen to "Speedy Motorcycle" Or don't. I don't really give a flying rats ass fuck shit ass cock twig monkey bawling soccer kicking fleet of ass raping dickheads.
eh.
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M. "Awesome" at 3:18 AM
Jeremy: An Introduction
I thought since I might be posting more regularly now, I'd reacquaint myself with my readers.

Hi.
I'm Mike, and this is my weblog, or "blog" to all you web-savvy hipsters out there.
I come from a great town called Emerson, New Jersey.

It's a lot of fun.
Hey!
Let me introduce you to some of my friends:

This is James. He's not really cross-eyed, even though it looks that way.

This is Adam. He's pretty funny.

This is John. His nose is a little bigger in person.

This is the other John. I have nothing else to say about him.

This is Nicole. This whole idea was much more fun before I had to think of captions.

This is Tarek and Jeff, respectively. They are cartoon characters.
I am also in a band. We don't have a name yet, but here's the lineup:
Me (rhythm guitar, occasional lead vocals)
James (bass)

Justin (lead vocals, less-refined guitar)

Ciaran (lead guitar, total metal shredding)

Kenny (drums) Kenny was a bit angry when that photo was taken.
I am also going to college soon. Here are some of the cool people I've met at college so far:

This is Paige. We call her the Paigemaster. I realize that this picture is a very bad pun.

This is Charles. We'll be forming a band soon, too.

This is Reb. I couldn't think of a funny picture for her. Sorry.
I enjoy posting on my "blog" a great deal, and hope that you will be a loyal reader for a very long time. Well, seeya!
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M. "Awesome" at 10:08 PM
Mother / There is no other / Like Mother / So treat Her right
I have to come out of retirement for a little bit for one reason and one reason only.
This is one of the greatest things I have ever seen. Why this has been so sorely overlooked until now is one of the mysteries of the universe that the scholars, the astronomers, and the freethinkers of this and future generations will be pondering in befuddlement for millenia to come. [link via
All Things Christie.]
Further updates might be forthcoming, or they might not. Get used to it, you nazi fascist pinko asshole pig.
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M. "Awesome" at 10:34 PM