how perfectly swell: matthew prins (or matt prins, or thew, or...oh, you don't care) alone with his stupidity
Second-to-last point opportunity of 2002.
Four more things I will accomplish in the next four months, to bring my list up to 10:
inventing a game; "Part-ies of Speech!"; March 30th, 2003
entering Area III Handbell Composition Contest; um, "Bells Galore" or something lame; April 30th, 2003 (although I'll have another month after that to finish it, but whatever, because otherwise it would not be in the next four months)
losing 10 kilograms; the absence of 10 kilograms; April 30th, 2003
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.