Frothing Rant |
|
|
WELCOME TO THE BLACKLIGHT DISTRICT Click here to visit Kastle phreQ MOVIE SALE -- CLICK HERE  Come Play A Game! 
Archives
|
Saturday, March 30, 2002
strange coincidence today. bought that ouija board planchett at the antique mall and now my car is dead. driving along and car just died. the battery seems to be toast. either quit charging at some point or got old and developed a short. so, it's stuck in a rest area. i coasted off the interstate and right into a parking space there. great people watching. there were mexicans, sworthies, jews, gentiles, hitites...roomate came and got me. so now i'm home and going stirry. i wanna go do stuff! the 'rents are loaning me a car tomorrow after ishtar dinner (look it up). so monday will probably be a feat of car juggling. someone wanna come get me tonight? i'll buy dinner. i'm home, not at the rest area. the wispy shadow thingies are running rampant in our house today. did a major cleaning yesterday and messed up their best hiding places. our assumed gay landlord came by this morning to see the house. he thinks the kitchen is fabulous. i haven't even gotten the new knobbage for the cabinets yet. i want the whole spoon/knife/fork thing for the drawer pulls. then the tomato, onion, green bean cabinet knobs. i'll be out exploring indianer and shopping today. evil bitch-trog ex roomate is coming to visit and i MUST flee. might go get that ouija board piece i saw at the antique mall in lebanon. just to see if it tries to fly around the house on its own. maybe moping matt wants to roadtrip. Friday, March 29, 2002
ARE YOU MOVING FOR REAL? OR BECAUSE OF THE PISS-HAIRED CHILDREN? GOLDEN, FLAXEN, CAUGHT IN THE WOOD CHIPPER. WALKING GRACIE? MUST BE LIKE A TAZMANIAN DEVIL ON A PIECE OF TWINE. MAYBE YOU SHOULD LET THEM WALK HER. CUTE LITTLE FUZZY WUZZY... AAAAHHHHH! MY ANKLE! AHHHH! I'M BEING THWARTED BY THE ORDER GODS TODAY. NOTHING I ENTER WILL "GO" ALL ARE FOR A DIFFERENT DEPT OR THERE'S A BLOCK ON THE ACCT. MAYBE THE ORDERING SYSTEM LEFT EARLY FOR EASTER WEEKEND. MOM IS MAKING A HAM FOR EASTER DINNER. DIDN'T I TELL HER ABOUT MY LOATHING FOR PORK AND IT'S SMELL? OH WELL, I'LL TAKE FAUX CHICKEN. Thursday, March 28, 2002
i hate my dr. had to use my supervisor's phone to call his office. he had just left. they close from 12-1 for lunch. i called at 1:04. bastard! now i have an appt to see them on may 6th. extortion i tell ya! we want you on something, so we'll call in enough to get you through. evil bear scheisser humping shwine hunds! i've developed that headache behind one eye. OUR CONDOLENCES GO OUT TO ANGELA TODAY. HER MOTHER RECENTLY PASSED. I GOT THE MESSAGE LATE LAST NIGHT. SO FAR BEING WITHOUT THE BP MEDS IS NOT KILLING ME. I'M WEARING A LONG SLEEVE SHIRT AND CONTINUE TO FREEZE. D' CAN NO LONGER BE REACHED FOR COMMENTS VIA THE PHONE. I'VE TRIED FOR DAYS. MY SUPERVISOR HAS BEEN SUCKED INTO A MEETING VOID TODAY. HOPEFULLY SHE'LL SURFACE LATER. WATCHED GREG THE BUNNY LAST NIGHT. LIKE A WATERED DOWN VERSION OF FEEBLES. DRUNKEN PUPPETS ARE OK, BUT I LIKE THE ONES WITH A HEROINE HABIT AND VIETNAM FLASHBACKS BETTER. Wednesday, March 27, 2002
dr quackers left me a mesage yesterday. this is the 2nd day my poor mother has told them that i work during the hours their office is open and that it's a long distance call from work. thusly, i CANNOT call them. called the pharmacy last night and they hadn't sent in my bp med script. i took the last one today. so, i might be flying solo for the next few weeks. i've dropped pounds and habits since i last saw him and my d/s has been 120/80 for a while. this he thinks should still be lower and that i should go see an internist. am i supposed to faint as part of my daily routine? and how does one hold a job in that condition? slurr slurr slurr, I AM THE KING OF THE POTATO PEOPLE! THERE AIN"T NO RHYME FOR ORANGES! it just doesn't have the same feel as a flaming sword...... if anyone shows up at my deathbed, fear not. i will be coming back to this plane. just gimme a few minutes. after today's drive to work, i've reaffirmed that there will be no running TOWARDS the light. TOO BRIGHT, TOO WHITE. i was half-blind all the way here. i had a jalepeno bagel on my journey. my pores are standing open wide enough for passers by to fall in. did you see this earthquake thing in af-ganny-stan? they need to move out. their country is doomed in so many ways. and while their mud huts lay in ruin, alqueda and the taliban are still trying to regroup. for what? to rule that little piece of catbox rubble? that box needs a scoopin..... jen? you still surviving? Tuesday, March 26, 2002
i made it to work in spite of the big white out on the interstate. about half the training class is here. remember haunted honeymoon when dom deloise came down the bannister? that was me on the front lawn today. wheeeeeee! head first into the car. that's what we call ballin the jack! can't wait to see what it's like when we leave today. IF we leave today. i may never see the inside of my car again. yay! we're dooooooomed! Monday, March 25, 2002
just got done destroying the kitchen. made LOTS of food and shoved it all in the freezer (in front of the bodies). meatless meat loaf, mac n' cheese with veggie dogs, a variation on pot roast - complete with potatoes and carrots, onions, lots of garlic. all the veggie scraps went out into the yard for the wayward creatures of the forest. they've gotta be confused. or they've been peeking in windows to watch the final four and knew that it meant ice was on the way. chilly response from knight - i.e. no response. they expected one? not a peep. he can stuff himself with peeps for all i care. matt is still moping 'cause no one liked moveable type. in a word "waaaa" caught up with the infamous "greenwood hacker" last night. now there are some memories. back in the day so to speak. staying up all night eating pizza and chugging jolt, programming on the commodore. making euro-contacts and trying desperately to be "elite" running a bbs at 2400 baud with a 1 meg drive. we were the she-ott. still itchin to write another demo. have been for years. just can't seem to get it to come together. not like i don't have the equipment. so glad i bought the cd player. the orb cd and little fluffy clouds helped soothe my troubled nerves on the way to work. was late, but not charged a tardy. finally a co. that gives a ratt's ass about the welfare of its employees. i'm not sure how to handle that. hope d's 1st day back to the race is a good one. trusting that jen's body count is minimal. little bitty axe go chop chop chop.... suddenly very tired. the adrenaline must have run out. Sunday, March 24, 2002
went shopping last night with an altered accomplice. she had a stressful morning arguing with redneck toothless hicks and was compensating with chemicals. while at dinner, she was convinced that one of the offenders was at a table across the way and he was staring at her. my back was to him, so i can't say if he was or wasn't. he walked by our table a few times, and he did have creep written all over him. she later concluded that this guy was too tall to be the one that vexed her. then we shopped. she helped me pick out underwear and a portable cd player. what a combo. then we went candle sniffing at pier one. then to hollywood video where she found a copy of barfly. she did a little dance in the aisle and tittered like a school girl. i found a copy of blood orgy of the she devils and bleeders aka hemoglobin. after i dropped her off, i went home via a very stinky section of 70 east. found my copy of barfly and watched it just because. i need a new one. this one is getting kinda worn and the top of the screen has that bendy thing going on. |