so i am gonna take or talk about something very profound ... something ohh so profound. because then maybe some jackass out there will comment. that being you. or you. or who am i kidding. no one reads this crap anyways. i stopped reading after there or here.

anyways profoundidness (as joel might say) ... so i am gonna talk about laundry. wow laundry you say. ahh ha. but you never think about it too much. you throw dirty clothes and soap in a big white thing, press a button, half an hour later throw into the other big ass white thing. press a button and 1 hour later. presto ... you have clean clothes.

on a side note, i wish clothes were like ... self cleaning. laundry just sucks. clothes should be disposable. so you were something once and twice and send it to africa for them to wear. back to what i was talking about ... that process of clothes cleaning ... or laundering.

so somewhere in that process, towards the end, you open the dryer and you have all this really warm clothes, and metal buttons that burn if u touch them. wow here comes another side note. fuck it. i can do this.

ok ... so open dryer ... warm clothes. RIGHT. so somewhere in that dryer there is this big ball of stuff ... just sitting there. and it wasnt there before. and you take this stuff ... and throw it out. first question WHY? secondly and more importantly (yeh i know this isn't parralleism .. but work report marker janne janke can blow me) ... where was i?

so i know from newton's law of something or another that matter can neither be created nor destroyed. so like where did this universe come from? anyways, that's a whole other story. when i put the clothes in the dryer, that ball of crap wasnt there. now it is. so it must've come from my clothes. but then how come i dont open the dryer door and go "hey one of my pants is now missing a a leg" no we dont do that. so it appears my clothes is degenerating to ... balls of crap. yet i nenever really loose any clothes. i evetually grow out of it and give to them people in africa tho. so where does it come from? i mean i must've had many shirts and socks just get gobbled up into those balls of crap, but i never do. i just dont know people. i just dont.

secondly, or firstly if you paid attention. why do we throw it out? we pay for this crappy cotton from ... mexico or something. you could keep it and make clothes out of it. of course you only get two colors. dark and whites. but HEY that makes it easier for sorting. unless you are me. mine is consistently a modest grey. cuz i really dont believe in separating the clothes. i just dump it all in. it's just like beds. why on earth do we make them things every morning? no righteous straight man gives a rats ass about protecting the sheets from something during the day. screw making mades or beds. now where was i. i dont know.

thirdly. ha i snuck it in. why do we buy garbage bags? it's the only fucking thing we buy ... to just throw out again. huh? so who gives a shit if you get the double gladed guarded super duty extra strange strong GLAD with a handle bullshit? i dont. i buy the cheapest fucking piece of shit on the shelf, cuz i know what i am gonna use it for. garbage. put garbage in it. throw in street. repeat as necessary. no need for $45 dollar garbage bags. hell might as well just make them out of money.

profound enough for you, huh punk? well if not. here is something that may be. yasar arafat, that old palenstinian guy might have died from AIDS. that's what stockwell day says. also, he was like 75. his wife was 41, and they have a 9 year old daughter. well HE did. but he's dead, she's not. anyways, isnt that a bit old to be boinking? like come one. he must've used Viagara. speaking of viagrara. i hate junk mail. i also hate that hotmail hasnt given me my damn upgrade yet.

now comment yer silly ass ... i am going to bed. cuz it's 3am. and 3am is usually when i sleep.