Sorry about the last post. Also, sorry about this one. Well…alright, I'm a filthy liar. There's no part of me that's actually sorry, becuase damnit: we got these up on Wednesdays!
More importantly, though. Some of you may recall Chris's slight yearism. It was, at best, offensive. At worst, I expect to see a white van outside the Sociodome any day now, with bearded men inside watching.
However, to get over the inferiority complex Chris has brought upon himself, we have been thinking. And planning. And plotting. And, I can say, without a single modicrum of embellishment, that 2007 will be the single greatest year in Zero Shared Nickels history. Which is huge. Let's face it, ever since The Apple created herself, and Chris assaulted the nice McCustomer Service people over processed chicken (and the shapes it takes), we have been living in a shadow. Well, no more! We shall cast off this shadow like so many Romanian mail order brides into a filthy river, and rise once more from the ashes, like some sort of twisted, perverted Phoenix.
My dear friends, 2007 is going to be big. Bigger than things you've seen. Even bigger than Ghetto-Fabulous. That's just how big this is gonna be. So big, that we can barely contain ourselves.
Okay, well…we have Chris pretty well contained. But, then…he's confounded by shiny things.
In other news, I'm fixin' to switch jobs again, Chris has been talking (and making out with) himself, Meg has turned into a lovely addition to the apartment, the van in the above link was right outside of our apartment not two days ago (Tuesday), the internet is shakier than a Romanian bride with Tourette's, and there will soon be Socio-Cats.
Enjoy the week, dear friends and readers. For next Wednesday, we will bring your fragile worlds down upon your heads, and change them.