Monkey Biscuits: A Very Malkavian Entry

Dear Diary,

Another entry consisting of nothing. The main reason I made it was to showcase a quote of the entry that I didn't want to forget about later. But I will enter an entry worthy of it because well, I don't want to have an entry that's entirely plaigeristic or whatever you would call it.

So I'm going to do a treatise on monkey biscuits.

Monkey biscuits, what are they? If you are like me at the first mention of monkey biscuits, you might think it's a veiled sexual reference, but no, its biscuits that you buy for monkeys.

Commonly found in pet shops, monkey's hands, and at the corner monkey store, monkey biscuits are useful mainly for eating, namely by a monkey. Like a spider monkey or something.

And in addition, a monkey biscuit can keep a monkey busy, aleviating the cleanup time when a monkey slings his sh!t around.

Sometimes monkey biscuits are consumed by humans, and 18% of humans surveyed said that the monkey biscuit could be a tastey substitute for spam and spinach.

The end.

/rizzn

Quote of the Entry:"He's been throwing shit at my head all day."

- malkavia

(ed(crackbaby): is that kinda like the monkeys at the zoo?)

This is me re-typing my entry ... AGAIN

Dear Diary,

Remember me? Just making sure because I can't seem to get a diary entry out either to SQL errors in line number 4 or my freaking computer rebooting on me!! the only word I can thing of here is RAWR or something.

Well, at any rate, I just got icq'ed by someone I haven't talked to in quite a few years, SnoBunny from Seattle (Hi there!)

But man, it's been a long time since I've talked to her. Reminds me of my past and the different person that I was 'back in the day.' I wonder if it is possible that the person that I was could have survived to May of 2000. Would anyone have wanted him to, is another question. Sure, some people would want him to stick around because of sentimentality, or they are his parents or something, but I think the me of the now would be a better substitute of the me of back then.

Ho boy, long discussion with Kat about doing drugs. And her compelling reasons to stop.

That's another thing about me that has changed. I truthfully can't tell you if it's for the better or worse. Some friends would be on either side of that fence. I'm not really riddled by guilt about it like I used to be, but I still have yet to reconcile it with my philosophy.

And I um ... forgot what I was going to put in this paragraph.

Note to self: falling on butt on tile floor because someone left a remote on the ground in a dark room is not fun, do not do this again after today.

No calls from people with jobs today. I still need to get one more paycheck from my former place of employment, which will help me out quite a bit. Still need to pay off one more fine to keep my arse out of jail again.

And I updated lots of webpages and I'm reviving some old ones for your viewing pleasure. Redid the layout of whazzup.org too. Check it out it's neat.

and other stuff. I'll finish the jail entries tonight or tomorrow. over and out

/rizzn

Quote of the Entry: "First off ... thanks SOOOOO much to all of you who either sent e-mails or signed the message board or sent flowers or cash or small foreign cars to my home in regards to my father's illness. And to all those that simply wrote "I LOVE YOU" in your emails...I haven't read them all yet because every time I open one, my machine screws up royally. But I PROMISE that I LOVE YOU TOO!!!! And I will answer your emails as soon as my machine keeps shutting down and making siren noises every time I open your emails."

- unclebob

Crackheads, oh the crackheads...

Dear Diary,

G-Force is an awesome plug in for WinAmp. That is how I have spent my evening/morning today.

Hopefully tomorrow comes the fateful fone call saying 'you have a job where you get paid real amounts of money! Yay!'

It probably won't, but it never hurts to hope i s'pose.

There are some new whazzup videos on budweiser's site i think, or at least they are on the air, and I need to get them on the website. Fun stuff there.

And then the crackheadedness set in.

Everyone go here for you daily dose of crackheaded-ness thanks to Crackbaby and I.

Are you a crackhead? Crackbaby is in search of you. As we know there are *stern voice* crackheads and then there are *silly voice* crackheads. I imagine Crackbaby is more in search of the latter than the former, but if you fit into either catagory, email him to be in his legion of crackheads.

Once again, I'm audi5000 y'all...

/rizzn

Quote of the Entry: "We then pushed eachother up in the murphy bed.. yes, we have a murphy bed and might i add that it awesome."

- lil'trickster leah

Rizzn is not Rizzn last night

Dear Diary,

I come off another trip on a friday night ready to face the weekend. Ahh.

I'm really sorry for not writing lately, it seems as though all my inspieration has left me. I just don't feel motivated to write much anymore. But that reflects most of the rest of my life ever since I've gotten out of jail. Blah blah.

I just feel socially obligated, so I plod forward, knowing that it will get better, but it could get worse. I've put safegaurds in place to prevent that from happening again, but oh blah yadda ya... that last thought got lost in the cracked out train of thoughtwreck going on in my head.

What did I spend the trip doing? I sat and contemplated for about an hour or two. Acid just seems to run through my system fluidly now, not really affecting me. I get heightened thought and amazing clarity about my life on acid that I don't have at other times, but other than that and that funny feeling I always get that lets me know the drug is taking effect, I don't get much else from it.

Perhaps it's just a bad batch.

I find it funny that the only thing which gives me that much clarity about my life is a hallucinagenic.

Perhaps that is some irony that merits some silent thought.

Or perhaps the drug plays with you and says I will give you the illusion of clarity for your amusement.

Or perhaps its time for me to go to sleep and get off it.

But after that I spent the night watching Phitt and Crackbaby playing Frontmission. Then I went back to the arduous task of unarchiving some absolutely incredible .mod files from my old system (and some absolutely terrible ones).

And the rest of the morning listening to them.

Oh the memories.

It's time to go to bed now for sure.

audi 5000, y'all

Oh, by the way kids, don't do drugs.

/rizzn

Quote of the Entry: "The sad thing in life is that "Blerg" is not a real word. I invented it."
- super fast kel

(ed: "I could not find a truer statement")

Robotech is fun.

Dear Diary,

I stare at a blank diary wanting words to go in it.

It's more interesting to stare at the screen with the robotech series playing.

So I do so.

/rizzn

Robotech is fun.

Dear Diary,

I stare at a blank diary wanting words to go in it.

It's more interesting to stare at the screen with the robotech series playing.

So I do so.

/rizzn

I'm going back to bed

Dear Diary,

well, I guess it's time I stopped neglecting the diary, and write some more.

I think I'm going to work for this one place called Midwest Consulting Group.

It's amazing how much fun a balloon can be. I found one of the whippet balloons from this weekend in my pocket. I feel like a cat playing with a ball of yarn tossing it around. Tons of fun for the whole family.

Yes, as you can tell, I'm bored. Having no job sucks sometimes.

Hey, what am I saying! This rules! Watch this, I could go back to bed now and no one can stop me! Ha ha!

/rizzn

Quote of the entry: "Those are the impressions I have of Gary Coleman, though a few women I work with insist he's the ultimate pimp. Well, I'm sure they would, but they're the ones who get a little happy smile on their face when his name is mentioned."

- Crackbaby