how perfectly swell: matthew prins (or matt prins, or thew, or...oh, you don't care) alone with his stupidity
Fun with crayons.
So I'm trying to make this journal a little more aesthetically pleasing. I've always considered it a bit challenging to read -- the small sans-serif font, the difficult-to-see breaks between posts -- so I'm hope that the drop caps and new, cool headlines make Prinsiana City a more fun place to visit.
They won't, of course, but whatever. Do you truly believe I care about you, the reader? Of course not. This is just to make me happy. And I am. Yay for me.
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.