Be Fruitful and Multiply

Ok - so it's been a long time since I felt like typing to no one - cause that's what this is... I mean it's not like anyone actually reads this thing - so I feel really schizophrenic, like I'm typing to... me, us, one of us? Not sure. One thing I am sure of, is that I'm totally crazy - Yup I've cracked... I was up last night watering my plastic plants and yelling at them for not growing. Stupid plants that aren't really real but are made of plastic, but should still grow anyway cause I told them to. So we've decided... We've decided that until people actually care what we have to say, this will be our last blog post... I tried... sorry, we tried - we really tried to make this page informative, humorous, scary and demented, but no one seems to comment - no one seems to read. What am I typing for anymore? Tell me... Fuckin' coward - if you weren't so much of a coward you'd tell me. Fuck all this. I'm moving to Bloomington. Where the Hell's Bloomington? It's in Indiana you drip. Don't call me a drip! I'll call you whatever the hell I want to call you - now shut up and pack your shit, we're moving to Bloomington, Indiana - where the wind sweeps over the corn fields in the afternoon and the sweet smell of Godliness rises up through the air. You can feel it all over your body - ya feel that goodness - just bathe in it with for a second.... mmmmmmm.... Corn. More on Indiana later. Get me off this rock. I am buying a semi. It's gonna rock. i'm going to drive it cross country and stop in Bloomington, Indiana - and for all those who would doubt me and watch me wither and die.... you can all be fruitful and multiply.