  i lost at scrabble today. that ends my winning streak doesn't it. anyway , every dog (and every female dog) has its day, and cy will in fact retire into a nice, orange sunset and bloody fry or something.
sizzle. i am not past my prime yet. in fact, i don't think i've even started escalating the ladder of greatness yet, and i'm already winning at scrabble. so there you go. i'll be frying the bacon tomorrow, my dear boiled chihuahua. ah, the wonders of living next to the road.
if i had a camera, i would take this very fascinating picture of a road chase between a pillion rider and a very, very aggressive poilce motorcycle. i mean, of course, justice always does the chasing. anyway, anyway, anyway: kenn looks far too serious when he's playing cards, which is really rather because he's already living his life as an adult at the very mature age of 15. and of course, it's also possible to be very serious in an adult way about games where you fire little cannonballs or bullets or watermelons or something and games where you breed virtual pets and so forth. all growing up, aren't we? for anyone who desires to be just like kenn, spiritual advisor of the twenty first century, here's a guide: 1. purchase a year's supply of cards.
(that is exactly one pack, which is plenty in my opinion. ) 2. take exactly one card and stare at it for about 36 hours or so as if it were a deer you are going to hunt so you can get its meat and sell, probably for a profit. (commerce and trading are, of course, very adult things here. and venison is also a very man food, so change this to about a tonne of trout if you are female, if so desired, or else you will grow an extra leg.
this is, from what i notice from some PLMGSS girls in the morning, one of their finer ambitions in life. ) 3. try not to laugh at yourself for being a complete ass. 4. congratulations. you now understand what it is to be a real man/woman/some combination of both, but surely not a kid like the rest of your fellow 15 year olds.
they all suck. they are creeps and kiddy creatures who deserve to suck their milk bottles, choke, die and then rot anywhere outside five kilometres from your residence. hooray for kenn, the new spiritual primate advisor of the 21st century. he'll lead us down the glorious path of capitalism, globalisation (although strictly speaking this is already an unstoppable juggernaut, just ask an iraqi), card games, and breeding of online pets and the like. anyway, i am going to thrash cy at scrabble. some day i will. just you wait and see. in fact if all doesn't work out right i'll hire sik hui to do something, like steal cy's hair for himself, and i'll bet $40 she'll bawl her head off.
tee hee hee. okay later people. good bye! 
