Greetings bored surfers, and welcome to Factually Glenn-Accurate; the blog that rambles (or will) for endless paragraphs to no one in particular.
I've found lately that I have simply too much to say and too little time to spray paint it on walls around the town where I live. I've also been told that sitting on my roof, yelling insults through a megaphone constitutes a breach of the peace so blogging was the natural way to go.
Everything on this blog is 100% Glenn-Accurate. Meaning it is accurate only to the wailing hell-pit that is my mind and not necessarily corresponding to reality. I have a keyboard covered in letters before me. I am not restrained by reality's laws and, much like the Sun, will not allow them to get in the way of what's interesting (I will not, however, be posting photos of Charlotte Church's fat rolls. They are mine to see and I refuse to share).
And with this I must take my leave. I am late for a meeting on the Moon with the Chocolate King and must catch the next Rocket Giraffe lest I be punished with thousands of hungry squirrels in my mattress.
Proceed into the abyss....
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