so i’m in a typin mood. type type typin away at the ol’ keyboaaaaaaaaaaaard.

thank you thank you very much, i’ll be at this web address as long as ben can afford the hosting.

i mean, its already 2 am, and i gotta be up in a couple hours, but i do not even feel close enough to stop mangling. i want more time for mangling. i guess an hour a day needs to be set aside for mangling. i’ll call it “Ryan’s Mangling Hour” but an hour is too limiting, i shouldn’t put a roof on mangling.

“Ryan’s Mangling Time”

hello kids, welcome to ryan’s mangling time, where anything that mangles (which is broad and pretty all-encompassing) can and will mangle. all you have to do is just take a moment tomorrow and look around any public place you are, hell even TV can pull it off most times. just look at the people. what the hell is goign through their head? is it pretty similar to what you’re thinking? it could be anything, and yet the odds probably point to something mundane in most situations, that’s where i gotta spice things up a bit.

woman driving car: “i wonder if i can plant that tree on top of my co-workers desk without him noticing”

man standing on street corner: “boy howdy! check out the ivy over there, it looks like a witches hair that’s haning over a weeping willow looking for a wonderful bottle of life to rejuvinate it.”

my garbage can: “i smell, and i’m loving it!”

hey anyone else notice that we’re in another shitty election? i really think that this year’s crop is even worse than the last. i mean, they’re both horrible. i mean, not voting for bush is a given, but kerry?. they’re both just going to be the pied piper, leading our country down the highway to hell. might as well speed up our self destruction i suppose. we were taking our time for a bit, but now we hopped on a crotch-rocket. i’m interested to see what happens. mostly because i’m indifferent.

but hey, it’s cool.