Friday, December 31, 2004
Crapy Blog (2)
Well, if someone wants to read it fine, if not fine too.
I'll be updating this baby but not as often as I originally thought.
Now, there's future in this though, because if there's some much crap out there, then why something directly related to crap itself, could not be loved and understood as well?
What a poet I am! (crapy poet, I know).
I'll be updating this baby but not as often as I originally thought.
Now, there's future in this though, because if there's some much crap out there, then why something directly related to crap itself, could not be loved and understood as well?
What a poet I am! (crapy poet, I know).
Crapy Blog (1)
It is difficult to document, describe, trace and talk about every single crap that I take. That means writing at least once a day, about something that can take just few seconds, which is a pretty hard stuff.
Take this morning for instance. I got up around 9AM, go to the kitchen and crank the coffee maker. Meanwhile, I go to the restroom and there you go, the cereal I had for breakfast and the two turkey sandwiches that I had for lunch/supper. And that's it.
Then I get my coffee, read the news for a while, check my e-mail, eat some cereal for breakfast, get some jeans and a t-shirt out of the laundry bag and go out to do my things.
That's it. Nothing interesting, neither funny. Who wants to read a crapy blog like this?
Take this morning for instance. I got up around 9AM, go to the kitchen and crank the coffee maker. Meanwhile, I go to the restroom and there you go, the cereal I had for breakfast and the two turkey sandwiches that I had for lunch/supper. And that's it.
Then I get my coffee, read the news for a while, check my e-mail, eat some cereal for breakfast, get some jeans and a t-shirt out of the laundry bag and go out to do my things.
That's it. Nothing interesting, neither funny. Who wants to read a crapy blog like this?
Monday, December 27, 2004
Strange Crap
I took a crap right before taking a shower. The pasta and the grilled chicken sandwich with hot cocoa that I had yesterday, that's for sure. Strange though that half the crap went straight to the bottom of the toilet while the other half stayed on the surface... maybe the chicken went down and the pasta stayed up, or maybe, er, well, who knows.
It was also kind of difficult to wipe my a*s completely. I went through a lot of toilet paper until it came clean, well "clean" if you know what I mean.
Strange crap my friends to be honest with you... strange indeed.
It was also kind of difficult to wipe my a*s completely. I went through a lot of toilet paper until it came clean, well "clean" if you know what I mean.
Strange crap my friends to be honest with you... strange indeed.
Sunday, December 26, 2004
Not Quiet, Nevertheless, The First
Today was not my first crap ever, but was perhaps the first one to get documented, traced, described, understood and bloged about.
Even though I woke up around 830AM, it took me two cups of coffee and my usual cereal/smootie to push the crap down my entrails, unto the moment where I was just able to say: Oh, sh*t! and ran to sit on the electric chair.
I would say it was just an average one, the result of that pasta with chicken that I had yesterday night. I've just realized that it makes no point in buying that colorful pasta instead of the plain one, as when it comes down the pipe, you can't see any of those colors -I could save me ยข.25 by not choosing it.
I'm waiting today, as if I was a teenager, for a phone call from one of the guys from Time Warner to come and check out once and for all, why the hell my internet connection works like a rollercoster: full speed some days, and nothing, stalled some others. As I wait, I know that if I go to take a crap for sure the phone will ring -as it always happens-; therefore I couldn't really enjoy this crap at its full extent.
Oh well, now is on its way to one of the local creeks -I guess.
Even though I woke up around 830AM, it took me two cups of coffee and my usual cereal/smootie to push the crap down my entrails, unto the moment where I was just able to say: Oh, sh*t! and ran to sit on the electric chair.
I would say it was just an average one, the result of that pasta with chicken that I had yesterday night. I've just realized that it makes no point in buying that colorful pasta instead of the plain one, as when it comes down the pipe, you can't see any of those colors -I could save me ยข.25 by not choosing it.
I'm waiting today, as if I was a teenager, for a phone call from one of the guys from Time Warner to come and check out once and for all, why the hell my internet connection works like a rollercoster: full speed some days, and nothing, stalled some others. As I wait, I know that if I go to take a crap for sure the phone will ring -as it always happens-; therefore I couldn't really enjoy this crap at its full extent.
Oh well, now is on its way to one of the local creeks -I guess.
