Songs of the Cellblock

I swear to god, I’m leaving orkut, I really really am this time. Really. I hate it. ‘I’m gonna start tomorrow I’m gonna kick tomorrow… I’m gonna kick tomorrow…’ For some reason being in orkut jail saps my will to do anything else. I don’t want to write fiction, I don’t really feel that much […]

I swear to god, I’m leaving orkut, I really really am this time. Really. I hate it.

‘I’m gonna start tomorrow

I’m gonna kick tomorrow…
I’m gonna kick tomorrow…’

For some reason being in orkut jail saps my will to do anything else. I don’t want to write fiction, I don’t really feel that much like blogging – other than about fucking orkut fucking jail – I can’t concentrate on the email to friends I want to be writing, and worst (or best), I can’t seem to get any work done either. So where you’d think I’d be using this time and nervous energy to kick some ass around work, I’m task-swapping so fast I’m not doing any processing.

Funny thing is, this is spreading like a disease to other blogs. Is it a virus?

I even have a cool picture with lasers in the eyes made up by Rossana  Fischer
(www.wumanity.com). And I can’t even put it in my profile. I’m like Captain Jack Sparrow all locked up while Barbossa shells the jail. And yeah, I look just like Johnny Fucking Depp too, only with lasers!

Hell. Damn. Blast.


0 thoughts on “Songs of the Cellblock”

  1. I saw you got outta jail and got “Laser Karl” online!

    Have you tried tribe.net? You can be a FriendWhore there and no jail time!

  2. Did you really leave Orkut? I was just starting to get used to “that rather odd man” on my list that I hadn’t even met. Must be a friendwhore, one of my friends said. Why yes he does seem to be but he wears a kilt so how bad can he be, I would tell them. I would refer to you as “Satan Elvis”. Now you’ve taken my fun away.

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