so i was just thinking to myself- according to this thing i'm, like, 31. oh noes- 31! good heavens whatever shall i do!?!?! *dies*
as the day ended, i felt a great creeping ache crawl into my joints. a great load of creaking now issues forth from my joints in such volleys great flocks of birds are startled out of the trees sure this day is to be there last- in fact lo and behold i finds a number of dead ones under the trees. zoomuy zoomy zoomy here they come there they go and verily i am full of shit.
really it's true. lol
i don't know how the organic component is doing although the way he makes noise about it you would think they're all going to come flying off his body all at once and he would drop down like a meaty marionette- he's got the nose of a pinocchio but i very seriously doubt his father is geppetto. lol
doesn't strike me much as one to truck with living puppets. a bit creepy that. if you did that kind of shit now, you'd be thrown off in jail for being a kid toucher. of course i'll be there with you shortly, being the ringleader of the nymphets as i am- short, lacking in body hair as i am- they must think i'm the shit! well- not much so much anymore. *pout* seeing as i have to keep up with the aging now i, too, must submit to the gaunt and poor barbering skills of the "aging process" (TM). FUCK.
this sucks.

i would run in circles and scream out at the skies about how stupid it is to have an aging robot- one ugly old man is one thing but two is just a fucking sin against nature, beauty and all things holy. not that i'm all that ugly now but i can feel it lurking in the wings waiting for me to turn and before i know it it will be on me and i too will be consigned to the ranks of the ugly and the neglected. or maybe not. perhaps i'll be pugly and retain some charm while having a face/or body that looks like it caught the wrong side of a badger and got stiched together with old socks and pancake batter.
or not. mr mr seems like instead of sagging it's tightening. good for him i suppose. hope he doesn't end up looking like the aliens he seeks. then they might actually come!
his chest will glow red and he'll be like *finger extend* "hoooooooooome..." all creepy and ET like and then return to sitting in the corner rocking back and forth chanting "there is no spoon" like some kind of nightmarish mantra.
i think my brain may have just accidentally vomited all over itself.
damn.

oh well. i have some things to look forward to- in a rare case of electronic disconnect i went to the library and got some honest-to-goodness BOOKS.
YEAH.
beat that.