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Friday, July 19, 2002
Mojo is right I do have nothing to say for the fear that I might be considered "Normal". I do absolutely nothing all day except play euchre on yahoo. I do however have an activity planned for Saturday, Mojo and I are going to go to Indiana beach with my family, apparently the only place in Indiana where there's more than corn. Here's something scary Sam's Club and Kroger had to recall all thier hamburger Nationwide because 16 people got Ecoli, or whatever that bacteria is. It's almost enough to make you want to switch to ND'P's diet. i'm still trying to figure out the chain of events that would lead to mojo having a bowling ball in his stomach. the fly, the spider, the cat, the dog, the...? and where is smileyfacehead? i sent her the invite last night. we need new blood in here. the old stuff gets all sticky and black. then there's this aztec temple stench. those things are stone you know. and you think plastic hangs on to odors. yikes! evil bitch trog x-roomate is coming over tonight to spread her karmic funk. that should be fun. time to hide in my room. i'll have to rent something loud to drown out whatever they're watching and/or her enormous gob. the ker-fwapping has been relatively mild today. there's one knappy-headed ho' that is unusually loud tho. she's the same one that apparently thinks she looks hot in really tight clothes. frightening. Thursday, July 18, 2002
Haggis! EEEEWWWWHHHH. reminds me of buffalo 66. nertz and nimkabobs.... the NEW twisted picks of the weak are up at the kastle. here's something to check out... she plays with dead things, and makes them pretty clicky go bang bang oh, and for the unenlightened: hag·gis Pronunciation Key (ha-gis) n. A Scottish dish consisting of a mixture of the minced heart, lungs, and liver of a sheep or calf mixed with suet, onions, oatmeal, and seasonings and boiled in the stomach of the slaughtered animal. maybe they were afraid they wouldn't find their way back out had they not left a trail. wouldn't bread crumbs be even more disturbing? and the paper towel dispenser worked all day. that should have been a sign of something. speaking of signs, that one on keystone offering good hours and a great lay is still there. i imagine it will remain up there till i break down and take the picture. i need an adventure this weekend. tried to find the bottle cap museum here in indiana and have had no luck. i overheard someone in the break room saying that a private individual had purchased old indiana fun park. saw a bit of a korn concert on mtv last night. not nearly as dark and brooding as one would think. kind of weak actually. thought the vocals would be more emotional and strained. if you're trying to convey internal struggle and pain - it should just sound different. he didn't sound like a freak on a leash is what i'm trying to say. Wednesday, July 17, 2002
i was watching this channel that only i can get, and they were running this documentary on vaccuum cleaner sex. there was this one freak that was talking about plugging in their partner, and it turns out that this "partner" is a curling iron. just plain wrong i tell ya' . and then the screen turned all these funny colors and the clock radio exploded. haven't we all been there? running water is a strange thing. sounds like an indian name. maybe for an incontinent tribesman. oh well, lunch is almost over. time for a crappiccino. so i'm being compared to adrian paul. there are worse things i suppose. this apple is terrible. tastes like water. sorry water. my brain has bailed out today, like carmine out of zorax' throat. must remember to eat with the pills. anyone have an opinion of the picture frame? I SAW A SQUIRREL! Tuesday, July 16, 2002
They should be calling you again, with a... correction. PG said she would blog. Must not have gotten a chance. I tried to call you. Will try again later. Monday, July 15, 2002
came home to a net connection. oh happy day! Added some stuff to the web site. chatted with some people. happy dance! thanks brooding roomate! if you haven't gotten a chance to see it, here's the picture frame i made. i suppose it could be used as a mirror as well if you cast a reflection. Clicky Clicky ROAST THE TUBCAT! What an illiterate moron. Didn't I see her with Ricky Skaggs on an informercial about starving, dirt farming, mountain people? the library got in my book on nemeth braille code. simple math is hard enough, can't imagine what one of our books in calculus would look like. took mojo out to dinner on saturday. he looks scary. a combination of uncle fester, billy corrigan and the turtle guy from the latest dana carvey tragedy. oh well, it was fun to get together. he thinks my job sounds like some kind of fantasy land. and that was just after telling him of free soup, tea, coffee, books, etc. i hope he gets hired. we need more slightly askew people. Sorry for not visiting with you SV, just too long a drive and too much to do. roomate is in tragic mode again. life has apparently dealt him some mangled jokers. too many demands, etc. normally he leaves me in the exception category, but was actually snippy this weekend. time to do my timesheet and pay bills. Sunday, July 14, 2002
DY-NO-MITE!Good luck on the job application, Mr. Nixon. Just sitting here bored at work. Nothing to do, nowhere to go. I wish someone would call me on the emergency line. Even just to hang up! That way, I could at least send people screaming to their house, blaring the sirens at maximum intensity. Bummer... And no, I do NOT need another cat. I kind of like my place being pristine, with no things knocked over, and no messes anywhere. I might get a rat, though. I hear that they are very clean, and suprisingly trainable. I always had luck with hampsters. I think I might start publishing incredibly awful websites here every few days. Maybe that can be my mark upon this blog. Thoughts, anyone? Today's link is Tubcat!. Love the tubcat! Fear the tubcat! Have pity on the insane color blind person who put this page together. The graphics make me want to kill people, and the actual content is even worse. |
