OH WONDERFUL, THANKS FOR BOTHERING! today marks the 1G or 1K bench marker.
next thing i'm working on is 'DJ Marathon Dancer'. I have short performance sets designed to be intertwined with long sets of dj'ing. the first one i want to do is going to be about friends. having friends. writing letters to friends. enjoying friends. going out to eat. its all about friends. i have dances all ready. i need to get two girls to be my official dancers. thats proving to be a problem. i'm hoping for zoftig girls, tall girls, or girls that got powerful presence, or any combination of that stuff, or something else that i can't explain or am not sure of. i guess you would need to be uninhibited. i want them to wear dresses and sweatbands, and running shoes. i have the typewriter, the mail a letter, the shampoo, the octopus, the static electricity. i have all sorts of dances ready to go, i just need the girls to show the crowd how to perform said dances.
check it out i'm gonna put myself in a corner now.
so, speaking of girls, do they know that sex is pretty boring and that i could just as easily masturbate to the idea of having sex with them? sleeping with a girl (sans sex), thats special. sex isn't special. thats all i'm saying.

DJ Marathon Dancer VS. Earwig von Beathoven VS. Bizzzee Bedtime9 in a three way duel to the death. objectives: get dancers, get the crowd to dance, get them to fall in love with me - so i can stop being in love with myself, so i can fall asleep at night, with a girl within reach. don't worry man, they hate you. hey at least i beat the oedipal complex into a bloody pulp that i drink with my toast in the morning. i guess i'm glad not to be married, especially because i don't even eat breakfast. don't worry, if you've read this, i talk to myself the same way i would talk to you. mazel tov. its yom kippur, you should be fasting anyway. stop southing carolinas.