Some woman came up to me on the street today. she asked if i would bless her unborn child. i said no, i only do that by appointment, and if she wished i could giver her the number of my manager. She said she wanted it, so i gave it to her, but when i got home i realized that i had given her the wrong number! I gave her the number for Vanilla Ice's people. now i bet she thinks Vanilla Ice and i share the same manager. how dreadful. will nothing go right these days? just like my car..only wants to make left turns...terribly inconvient.
In other news, my toaster read my blog and was quite disapointed that i had written so little of our conversation, so i promised id write it out in full and post it at a later date. But even that didnt shut him up (or is it a her?), he/she still wanted more play on the site. i told him/her to read his/her contract and that it specifficaly stated that he/she would only be mentioned once every two weeks. That quieted him/her down, but he/she kept mumbling things for about an hour afterwards. siiiiiiiiiiiigh.

Anthony presents: A Conversation With My Toaster.

for the purposes of this conversation, my toaster will be "Toa" and i will be "Me."

Me: good morning Toa.
Toa: What up dawg?
Me: Nothing Much

THE END

rock on

And so I find myself with a blog. Perhaps now the voices inside my head will stop torturing me with their screams and pleas for blood and violence. Maybe now the empty hole inside me, which has been growing since i was a child, will be filled. For now i can share my pain and let the world know that i will no longer be silent! Let the new chapter of my life begin! wait...........i still hear the voices, and i still feel empty. damn. oh well. I tried.