Like a chump, hey!

Titles are strange things. What am I supposed to put as the title of any given blog? I don't know what I going to write before I begin. Sometimes I don't know what I've written afterwards. But the same rule applies to e-mails, or assignments. These things really dont deserve a title, they are just incoheriant ramblings. Publish your thoughts? I dont have any thoughts!
Nothing else inspires in me the same mix of pity and incomphresion. Except for women.

There has been no real world for me over the past couple of days. I haven't left the house today, except to take the puppy out to relieve itself. Yes, my parents decided to get a new dog. It's a border terrior. It has too much energy, and the ability to deficate in hard to reach places. Eww. The sent of puppy poop send shivers down my spine. But not in the good way. In the bad way.
Today the Jahova Witness came around. I really don't mind it when the religious people come round. I was especially pleased today because i had nothing else to do and its nice to talk to people istead of going down to the pub a three. We had a nice conversation about relegion and stuff, and I got the Jenova music from FFVII stuck in my mind. Thats half the reason I like talking to those guys:
'Do you beleive in Jesus, Mr. Flan?'
'Boo-doop-doo-doo... eh, what? Sorry, The Jenova theme from FFVII was drowning out any other thoughts.'
And yes, I do introduce myself as 'Flan' to anyone unknown who comes to my door. Try awnsering your door as your alter-ego! You wont regret it. Unless it's Hitler, who killes you for being a nasty little fibber. Then you might regret it.

Im reading 'Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrel'. It's like a Jane Austin novel on LSD. Also, did more pictures. Gotta work on 'wear-bear' next, and Im having some ideas about an ear... I don't have any idea what the hell im going to do with the characters, it's J.Monkey's job to come up with plot lines.

Cartoons tonight. I feel sick.