Got Choy?

So I got bored again and decided to start a new website. It is apparent that the search engine business can make millions, if not bajillions of dollars. So I figured that if I am to reap any reward for my work, I better launch my search engine now, while it’s still early. Call me money-hungry, or call me unoriginal, but don’t come crawling to me asking me for favors when i’m rich!! muah-ha-ha!!

Ladies and gentlemen…

Ok, not only am I an entrepeneur, but I am also a philanthropist. So, if you need help starting your own search engine too, you can email me and we’ll talk. Just don’t forget about me when you get rich too.

Do you ever have one of those weekends, where nothing gets accomplished… where none of the tasks which you intended on doing ever got done… where all the plans you actually tried to make, didn’t really work out… yet, it still felt like a perfect weekend? I just had one of those weekends… and I can’t begin to describe how nice it was. Crazy, huh?

SIDE-STORY: Caltrain operators are ho-bags. (Can I call them that? I don’t care, it’s my website.) Well, they are…

[The setting: 10:04pm - Guy and girl jump off the late bus and run to the station in an attempt to catch a 10 o'clock train about 100 feet away. When they get to the gate, it was apparent that the train had just left as a thirty-something wench lady removes the "10:00pm" sign]

Unnamed Stud: “How long ago did the train leave?”

Ho-bag: [looks at watch briefly] “Well it’s ten oh four and forty-five seconds” [without giving anyone a chance to respond, ho-bag prances off with chest held high... literally]

[girl flips off the train operator as she's not looking ]

[close curtain]