I like to spend my days off skipping rocks over magma. When I’m sledding I usually bring a flare gun and three weeks of food just in case I get stuck on the side of the hill. I don’t need water because if I’m sledding there’s snow and I can use that for water. This is my website and, at the same time, it’s my head. The posts here are like plumbing-my brain takes a shit, flushes it down my neck and into my arms where it oozes it’s way through my hands and fingers into the sewer of my computer. I realize that I’m not telling you much about myself, but I really suck at talking about myself.
Anyway, here’s a photo of a cat’s asshole tattoo:
"I think I have a fever."
What am I doing here? Good question. I want to be a writer, but I’m not all that good at it yet. I’m still looking for my voice that I speak through my hands. I guess that’s sign language that my computer understands. I write random thoughts on Twitter that some people find amusing. I actually have a Facebook fan page that my biggest fan (me) set up for myself. I also write stupid advice for a site where there are no stupid questions, only stupid answers.
I’m funny, or at least the Internet implies I am. This web space is where I’m going to put stuff that doesn’t fit on Twitter. If this site doesn’t work out, I’ll just change it to a porn site. They seem to do well on the Internet.
Follow me on Twitter: https://twitter.com/GSouder
Facebook page: http://www.facebook.com/KPChicken
Stupid Advice: http://yourstupidadvice.wordpress.com/