The Olympics are over. YEEEEEAAAAAHHHH!!!!

I made a doody. YEEEEEAAAAAHHHH!

I had this joke in my brain. That shit had me laughing all day, and now I can’t remember it. But it was funny. I swear it.

Why Does “Comic Book” = “Bad”?

RNC! You know me.

I heard that NBC made big time money on the Olympics. I can’t see it. Although, other people did.

And now summer is almost over. I feel sad. Summer is almost over and life goes back to being regular. Not that life wasn’t regular already, it just wasn’t as regular as it’s always is. I don’t know. Life goes back to normal. Not that my summer wasn’t like any other part of the year. But it’s similar to when I had a job at the hospital and I had to work during the holidays. The holidays weren’t like the holidays when I was younger and in school, but the holidays still weren’t like the regular days either. Things just always feel different during the holidays, and slightly different during the summer. And now summer is almost over. And I feel sad.

Funny. The year is almost over, too. Just four more months and it’s 2005. 2005. I can’t believe I’m thinking about 2005. 2004 isn’t even over and I’m thinking about 2005. And that shit just makes me feel bad. I don’t know why. But that shit don’t feel right. It’s almost like I don’t want 2005 to come. 2004 wasn’t all that great. I should be looking forward to the year going out. But I’m not. I shouldn’t even be writing about this shit, at least not until December 20th or something, like a week or two before the new year comes in. But here I am. And I don’t know why. Blah!

I gotta win the lottery before the new year comes in. There’s this prophecy that if a broke ass brother named Ronny Octavius wins the lottery in 2004, Jesus will return to Earth the very next day. Okay. I’m lying. But that would… Forget it. It’s stupid. I don’t know why I would write some shit like that. I’m going to Hell. I should be finishing up another worthwhile post, but here I am talking crap. It’s all crap. Goddamn I’m broke.

Colossus is back, you bastards.
Great closer between Petey and Kitty. Now I wonder how they’ll explain away his death. I hate when people die, then come back to life. Nobody stays dead. Green Lantern, Hal Jordan, they’re bringing his ass back. I don’t know. It just makes me mad. Some people should just stay dead. Although I’m suprisingly not that upset over Colossus returning to the living. I always liked that dude, even though he never really did anything. He just looked really cool. Plus, there aren’t too many characters like him, dudes who sort of change to metal from flesh. Yeah, there may be one or two more like him, although I can’t name’em.

I was thinking of killing myself off and then returning as myself then revealing in the end that the dude that everyone thought was somebody else was actually myself. But then that wouldn’t be all that original. I think it’s been done before, although I can’t name where. But I’m sure it’s been done before. Let’s say I died, or was killed and I returned with a name and face that wasn’t me. In my old life I was married. And in my new life I marry my wife’s best friend. And we live next door to my old wife. And we have kids. Now, I do this to escape being hounded by my killer, who thinks I’m dead, and not me. And I spend my time getting back at the person or persons who killed me. And when I’m done, I no longer have to be me. But there’s a snag. I’m in love with my new wife. And I still love my old wife. In fact, me and my old wife have been having an affair behind the back of my new wife. And my old wife is pregnant with my child.

Fuck it. Let’s kill that. It’s so convoluted. I can’t stand myself. Maybe I’ll finish it up and make a million.

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