I hate TV. Mostly because of the commercials. I wish cable wasn’t integrated into rent here. While watching, I feel my soul drain out my left ear. It’s nice and warm just like water that comes out at night after swimming all day. It’s near impossible to form a complex or creative thought with this garbage on, too easy to vegetate. Fucking puns.

The July monkeys are a pair of black handed spider monkeys. Ugly, compared to the supercute mustached Tamarin who was yelling on the tree stump during June. They look like they bite. My Xanga sucks. Why does anyone comment here.