how perfectly swell: matthew prins (or matt prins, or thew, or...oh, you don't care) alone with his stupidity

I shall be drinking beverages of the sporty nature.

In the sequel to the Root Beer Tasting Contest of '03 (which I will write up a post on whenever I find where I packed the results), I shall be conducting the All Sport Replacement Contest of '04. I will be the sole, only, and lone judge. I will be picking up sports drinks in various flavors from various manufacturers, and I will drink them while blindfolded to judge which shall be allowed to be my post-exercise All Sport proxy. If you have must-drink suggestions, please suggest. (Megan, I have yours.)

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short & sour.

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oh dear.

i sincerely do not know what you are doing here. are you lost? were you looking for your delicate calico cat, and did you follow her up two flights of stairs to this room? she is not here. she was here, yes. we gave her a warm bowl of milk, we talked with her about campaign finance reform for a time, and then she bid us good day. i believe she was going to the post office two blocks down, but i don't quite recall. for surely you did not find your way from prinsiana, the least traveled site on the internet. if you did, though, perhaps you are looking for humor. perhaps you are looking for profundity. perhaps you are looking for answers. i'm sorry, but you shall go naught-for-three.

messages antérieurs.

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music del yo.



lethargy.

Think outside the bun. Er, box. Er, mall. And then I don't feel. So. Bad. When the dog bites. When the bee stings. Don't you go worryin'. E-mail of the day. Letters from Dale. This or that. Oh. "I can't operate on him. He's my son." Rhymeless songs.

"i live to frolf."



friends.

i have no friends. that is why my eyes are bloodshot: it is from these tears.

people i know, then.

do you, perchance, recognize the names of occasional p'iana c'ty sojourners beth-annie and edward and moM and alexander and opie and kalista and andrew? no? shameful.

a nother list.



narcissism.

Uh, dudes, the things that once were here are now at my handbell music website.