Not Interesting

A collection of thoughts and facts that are not interesting. Exclamation points are not allowed.

January 31, 2003

I am changing this post because I used an exclamation point and I was trying too hard to be silly and not quite enough to just simply not be interesting.

Posted at 6:17 PM, by werenotdeep.

Not every of nature's wonders are deadly. Take the bald tree thing, for example.

Posted at 5:49 PM, by werenotdeep.

The singular pantyho is already in a bad way. Crumpled. Alone. Missing its mate. Why now attack its linguistic legitimacy?

Posted at 3:52 PM, by matthew.

January 29, 2003

Chocolate Chip Charlie.

Posted at 11:31 PM, by Imelda.

January 27, 2003

I need a woman who cares as much about oats as I do.

Posted at 6:23 PM, by werenotdeep.

Tony Blair is funny.

Posted at 6:06 AM, by Joe.

Kinda iffy about it, eh?

Posted at 2:12 AM, by Imelda.

January 26, 2003


Posted at 9:19 PM, by emily oi!.

Of course, I can't avoid going home right past the post office.

Posted at 7:41 PM, by werenotdeep.

January 24, 2003

...and he introduced her to the pleasures of vampire sex.

Posted at 2:53 PM, by razamin.

I remember back in the day.

Posted at 2:34 PM, by Joe.

January 22, 2003

i feel drunk from all this whine.

Posted at 9:16 PM, by emily oi!.

There is no room for any more bric-a-brac, but you could possibly fit a few nick-knacks in there.

Posted at 8:47 PM, by Joe.

We built this city on rock and roll.

Posted at 1:18 AM, by Imelda.

January 21, 2003

I'm so glad for the adjective "creepy".

Posted at 2:29 AM, by werenotdeep.

January 19, 2003

Can I get a Septemburger?

Posted at 9:51 PM, by Imelda.

Oh I can assure you that that will not be a problem. In fact, he likes the smoke in his eyes. It helps him concentrate on his studies.

Posted at 6:39 PM, by Joe.

I discovered today that not all the buttons are sewn onto these uniforms with yellow thread.

Posted at 6:01 AM, by werenotdeep.

and i'm walking through the smoke, my pant legs soaked from the sooty smog-water, and i'm waving back at that inmate from 14 stories up, and im thinking to myself, "if only i had an orange right now. i tell ya, id eat it. id eat it good."

Posted at 12:46 AM, by razamin.

yes, now that you mention it, i did forget to turn off the stove...

Posted at 12:42 AM, by razamin.

January 18, 2003

... and imagine my surprise when I discovered that I did like walnuts afterall.

Posted at 12:40 PM, by emily oi!.

The snow looks fake.

Posted at 9:29 AM, by emily oi!.

January 17, 2003

Put it in a tube and stop worrying.

Posted at 12:54 PM, by Eric Trondson-Clinger.

January 16, 2003

I am on the threshhold of disobedience, and somebody left a dry cleaning coupon dangling from the door knob.

Posted at 10:14 AM, by werenotdeep.

January 14, 2003

"What would you care for, sir, the Matchless Wine of the Immortal Beloved or the foul and mortal dregs? Yes, you may certainly have a glass of evanescent water while you decide."

Posted at 10:36 PM, by emily oi!.

A poster on his wall says "Why?"

Posted at 9:50 PM, by werenotdeep.

"Come look, they're preparing a syringe for that girl you hate."

Posted at 8:14 PM, by Joe.

I want to know where to call to send the bill for the expenses for my being a lazy, over-privilidged loaf.

Posted at 11:55 AM, by werenotdeep.

The office christmas party wasn't as bad this year. Still no midgets...

Posted at 9:05 AM, by matthew.

You really speak at a time of balls. That's myopic. With a Y.

Posted at 8:56 AM, by matthew.

January 13, 2003

"Attack of the French Baby Dinosaur, scene forty, take seven. Action."

Posted at 1:17 PM, by werenotdeep.

This is a lycanthrope shop assistant monster robot gone mad with bananas stuck in it's aural sensors so that it can't hear your pleas for mercy or listen to reasoning.

Posted at 1:41 AM, by werenotdeep.

Roger Miller smokes old stogies that he's found.

Posted at 1:12 AM, by werenotdeep.

January 12, 2003

Elevators race each other up the building, and no one inside notices, for the elevator controls your sense of time and space.

Posted at 9:11 PM, by Joe.

January 11, 2003

I'll bet that when it's late afternoon and evening over the Central Pacific, that that's when when the least amount of people are wondering what to have for dinner.

Posted at 7:53 PM, by werenotdeep.

"I have noticed that there are 3 types of people in this world: the good, the bad, and the ones that yell SNEEEE and attack a flock of ducks wielding a midget, and subsequently get arrested when they attempt to eat the empire state building." - John Hilbo

Posted at 4:34 PM, by razamin.

Mr. Morton tried his hardest, and when he thought he was shot down he was sad. But then Pearl preposed, and now he is happy. It all goes to show that you never know what could happen, and that predicates/old School House Rock songs can reveal the meaning of life.

Posted at 3:48 AM, by razamin.

January 10, 2003

Well, when I screamed out what you perceived to be "WHY??", it was actually intended to be more of a meaningless sound that expressed my complete disbelief in how much you suck, like "WAI??"

Posted at 7:51 PM, by Joe.

I am writing my doctorate thesis on baby pattern baldness.

Posted at 2:04 PM, by werenotdeep.

Last time it was different, you have no hair now.

Posted at 1:56 PM, by Joe.

I've been doing this for over a year now.

Posted at 10:15 AM, by werenotdeep.

January 09, 2003

I wish I urinated more often.

Posted at 1:59 PM, by Joe.

If you can play the trombone, people will like you more.

Posted at 12:47 AM, by werenotdeep.

January 08, 2003


Posted at 5:24 PM, by emily oi!.

I'm sure glad that God decided to make us animals that are built so that their line of vision faces the same direction as where they move. That is, of course, unless we're walking backwards, but you know what I mean.

Posted at 5:23 PM, by werenotdeep.

This will be a sock song.

Posted at 3:29 PM, by werenotdeep.

I am the Worldwide Tennis Champion of Eric and Jason.

Posted at 12:16 PM, by Eric Trondson-Clinger.

January 07, 2003

Let me be blunt with you. Gimme.

Posted at 9:07 PM, by werenotdeep.

January 06, 2003

".........." exclaimed the mute girl.

Posted at 10:59 PM, by emily oi!.

January 05, 2003

Sitting there, holding an empty glass that once proudly held apple-juice, I realized something about myself: I wanted more applejuice.

Posted at 8:11 PM, by Joe.

"Wooxit snoodle," he replied.

Posted at 2:16 PM, by emily oi!.

I taught your mom to be a bag lady.

Posted at 12:31 PM, by emily oi!.

What, so you throw the plastic sticks into the fire, and they turn into really mean dogs?

Posted at 3:28 AM, by werenotdeep.

I think this must be some kind of australian fruit bat.

Posted at 3:27 AM, by werenotdeep.

January 03, 2003

This one works and this one doesn't. Nostrils.

Posted at 9:30 PM, by emily oi!.

Indiana is Not Interesting.

Posted at 5:09 PM, by emily oi!.

January 02, 2003

I don't really care for when a bunch people get on stage and start singing and dancing. Especially if I'm supposed to pay for it, or watch it, or be aware of its existance.

Posted at 1:05 AM, by Joe.


Posted at 12:29 AM, by Eric Trondson-Clinger.

January 01, 2003

And so ends the tale of Beethoven, the sperm.

Posted at 11:44 PM, by razamin.

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