what is manure?

i reopned my yahoo account to look up this blogs pass woird.. i must be really inspired here... god bless u fry...and your gramps... i wish id known mine... he was apparently quite a gambler.... i need to go for an interview in half n hour.. but another bimbo... this one i am getting funny vibes from the few times i spoke to her on the phoine... but nice eyebrows... very pretty eyebrows.... the count down has begun.... work will soon be over... im raring to go.. cant wait... but i knoiw i willmiss it terribly... iv come to the realization that these last 2 and ahalfd years have turned me into someone who needs to be on the go or i start feeling useless, like a loser..... but what if im in a situation where being 'productive' gets a little difficult... shall deal with that when it comes... why do i get a strange feelubg writing this? knowing only one person is aware of my blog... i dont want anyone else to read here.. this is like my diary... maybe i will take it elsewhere soon... but at the first day of peace.. i need to write a letter.. a khat i will post... bingowoman said that contemporary respsonces are for contemporary people... we are special... ya, special people interview bimbos all the toime, and actually get it printed in the nations most red english newspaper smack on the main backpage spread.... oooof, the prostitution we writrrs must go through... but very honestly, im enjoying it... i like the idea of writing and ppl reading me.. considering how i can no longer write azaad as i would before, this is good enough.. atleast im writing.. what a shitty excuse man... i should be ashamed... but i am not... this is possible the most pathetic blog in history