2002-01-16 - 3:56 AM
On The Corner Of Dumb And 83rd (Don't Walk)
Before bed, I'd just like to add that - '83 was a very good year. And with that special number 83, I crown this entry my 83rd. You know, of the four entries that I've done in the past few hours, this one really has to take the pointless cake. This is absolutely horrible - a terror to all things of substance. If you've read this whole entry, send a self-addressed stamped envelope to my home, and I'll gladly refund your time, and even perhaps refund some of your wasted brain cells. Really, this is a God damn travesty, this entry right here. And yet, I still type on. I just keep on typing - word after purposeless word. Attempting any sort of substance is futile, as opposed to feudal, like Japan was a couple hundred years ago. Yup - Austin is rambling, his rants have become utter nonsense - his appeal to the online hoipolloi has dwindled, decreased, and eventually diminished to nonexistence. Austin is...a moron.
