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| Monkey doesn't own a Mac, nor drink coffee in Starbucks. |
There's not a lot you need to know about monkey. That's because Monkey has no consistency about him. By the time you think you know Monkey, Monkey's now a donkey. And you thought you were his best friend...
Monkey likes to write, but doesn't do enough of it. Maybe that'll change, maybe he'll get bored. What monkey doesn't do is talk about how he'd "come back and finish this page later." So this is as much as you'll get out of this about page.
Except it's not, monkey lies, a lot, on this blog.
So what's this blog really about? Who knows? But there're plenty of shit that keeps Monkey up at night - the
neighbour's damn dog, the taste of vomit in Monkey's mouth or the
thought of a world without hammers. So Monkey will probably just write about that.
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| Could be worse I suppose. |
While writing, Monkey tends to find arbitrary pictures on the internet and stick it in the blog post. Sometimes they're relevant.
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| I hate two of the above three objects. |
Sometimes they're not.
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| Don't do it. Trust me. |
Oh yeah, and Monkey doesn't like writing in third person. And that's the truth.
