Hey Hey You You

You'd be surprised how long a song can stay stuck in your head when you've got nothing but time on your hands...isn't life just pointless? Speaking of which, I'll be spending less time on my own blog (if only to write quick posts like this) and more time on Burnt Toast Diner.... that is, until we characters in this repetitive tragicomedy enter the next season...of trials and tribulations. The rest of my time I'll spend pondering my situation and challenging my apathetic outlook on life.

Oh, and as I've been teetering on and off the brink of insanity (not as fun as it sounds) (well, maybe just a little), I've become decidedly restless down here. So, I've been getting to thinking...you know, hatching, scheming, that sort of thing. Someone wanna help out a friend with an evil plan? It's been such a long time since I've had one...(the next person who tells me I'm not so good at thinking these things through gets a knife through the head. I mean it. I'm serious)

All right people, come on

I'm almost neck-and-neck with Mr. Butler for 2nd place in the Burnt Toast Diner Poetry contest. Give me your vote and I might spare you from my latest plot for world domination. If I said it was the only thing hanging in the balance between me and utter insanity, would you do it?
For those of you wondering what I was talking about in my poem (it was a metaphor, for those of you who aren't as evolved as the rest of us), here's something I dug up that accurately expresses how I feel: http://youtube.com/watch?v=vdQj2ohqCBk

Can you imagine the horror? I think not.

A poetry contest...

A collection of odes and sorrows, instigated solely to keep me (and you, I suppose) from the clutches of boredom during this time of inimminent suspension...isn't it nice of those folks over at Burnt Toast Diner to think of me (and, oh, all right, you)?

Check it out...my poem will be making its debut soon enough. (I did write an epic poem but The Chef made me cut it down to a few short haikus.)

The Ten Brides of Takezo Kensei

I just woke up from the most horrible dream... In it, I was trapped in a narrow, dark space while being taunted by demons who were infinitely sexier than me. It was ridiculous, of course. No one is sexier than me. Except for…nevermind.

Anyway, the worst part of this dream was not the utter mediocrity of it all, it was the bit where I was slowly going batshit insane. Whew! Good thing that can't happen in real life, right? My mind just heals itself of all insanity. Although certain people would beg to differ, it would seem. (I never trust polls anyway)

So apparently, according to this week's graphic novel, I like women. A lot. When I'm not brooding over Hiro Nakamura, that is. Oh, and Nikki and I might be related.

http://www.nbc.com/Heroes/novels/downloads/Heroes_novel_066.pdf

It seems that some people had got the idea that I was gay, well that is completely untrue and the above novel proves it. I'll take either gender, really, I'm not sexist. "Ten Brides" doesn't even begin to cover...nevermind.

Anyway, I guess my cunning prettiness is not to be wasted in solitary confinement for long, if my hope is not purely imaginary. I AM still pretty, right? Right?

....I'm almost at my limit. Hurry up, Peter.