Pixel

Pixel

Pixel Q. refuses to talk about himself. If thou wishest, thou may infer from his blog what thou wishest.

Oh, Bert, Oh, Ernie

I laughed at this one for nigh on two minutes: “Hey, you’ve got a banana in your ear!” “What?” “I said, YOU’VE GOT A BANANA IN YOUR EAR!” “What? I can’t hear you; I’ve got a banana in my ear!”

No Such Thing as Too Many Posts

I wonder. what’s the most amound of close friends one can have at once? I mean people who, if you didn’t see each other for a week, you’d both feel a bit off? Same thing for regular friends. People who…

Pocket PC on the Fritz

It’s official. My pocket PC is dead. It had made it so long, too.. If only I’d cared for it more.. if only it were compatible with my laptop.. if only, if only.. Let’s have a moment of silence for…

I just invited my stalker in for drinks

… you never expect someone who sniffs your underwear to scream about how you never shut up about yourself. I bored my stalker by talking about myself too much. p.s. I am officially bored. Usually i’m just ‘wanting to do…

Remind me…

…whenever I’m in New York city to not sleep with any gay 40-year old males. Also, it’s raining. Here. In New Mexico. And it has been for a few days now. I bet you don’t get crazy stuff like water…

Violating the Honor System

Hey, you know what’s fun? Obscene and pornographic materials! They’re almost as fun as violence and discriminating based on race, sex, religion, nationality, disability, sexual orientation, or age. So let’s all do some illegal activities, while I help you gamble…