Wednesday, May 11, 2005
I didn’t really want to bore you with fecal stories. Lots of ‘em. Because as a parent of a somewhat constipated, potty-training toddler, and the only son of a partially disabled and decidedly unconstipated mother . . . I have a lot to tell. But doing so would probably shatter the glass on your monitors. (And you flat-panel fucks can eat my ass. Okay, I’m just kidding. Mostly.)
I’m easily distracted, and have been busy at work. And scab-writing for Mr. Crunchy’s Reverse Survivor. And writing some other secret stuff. And participating in super-secret, bumbling legal dramas.
Don’t you worry, The Internet. I’m still standin’.
(yeah, yeah, yeah . . .)