In the heat of battle my father wove a tapestry of obscenity that as far as we know is still hanging in space over Lake Michigan.
I am so damn sick of this day.
When you're in a hurry for things to get done why does it always seem that everything else around you... the computers you rely on... seem to creep by like a sack of slugs? Why?
I actually coined a new string of expletives that don't make ANY sense whatsoever.
Waiting for the scanner to chug through some odd bullshit it insists on telling me it needs to do, I said under my breath " Come on you mother... ass fork!! "
It was kind of strange the way it came out.. there was a slight pause between mother, ass and fork that could only mean that my brain was actually thinking about picking the perfect word for the situation. For some reason mother ass fork sounded excellent.
Do you ever start to say something but instead of an actual useful sentence you just get some kind of bizarre gibberish? I mean they're total english words, just not in any sort of order that makes any sense. I felt like this guy with the bumpus hounds next door.


Stupid day.
In other news I have decided to change my cats name. I don't really have a reason other than I'm pretty sure no one else in the world has a cat named Bruce Boxleitner.
Except me... now.
Please change all your correspondence accordingly.

Well, thats all I have today.

French fried monkey pajamas.....

Tuesday, Jul. 26, 2005 6:19 P.M.

on the itunes: " How soon is now " THE SMITHS

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