Friday, October 10, 2003 :::
On the plus side, I got to phone M, very non-chalantly relay the details of my breakdown, then, when he inevitably drones on about my life, tell him what time my flight gets in.
Sure, being loved is great. But instilling panic and rage is alot funnier.
...and the sex is better.
::: at 4:27 PM
Wednesday, October 08, 2003 :::
"Luckily I’m such a cold hearted prick I can’t really feel too much of anything let alone pain. Two points for me. However, knowing it’s there can be a bummer regardless. Sometimes it’s tough being the fed up one that the pink elephant crowding the room decides to take a shit on thereby leaving you no option but to point your finger and with open mouth give screech ala Invasion of the Body Snatchers."
::: at 5:12 PM
Everytime I pick up the paper, I am further driven to whole-heartedly adopt Borges' philosophy of the State as a "meaningless abstraction". Rather than simply pulling out such philosophies at opportune moments such as tax time, or in the face of difficult words, such as "fraud" or "warrant".
::: at 1:27 PM
Tuesday, October 07, 2003 :::
So being that hitherto this moment I've been all like "whoa, that shits real?" I decided I deserve a little break.
So I'm going to see my family. (???)
Passive-aggressive vampires always put things in perspective.
It's 50 cent draft night on Sat.
::: at 1:09 PM
My marketing department is on strike.
Therefore the official posting of my scruffy face shall have to wait.
"work-place safety" my ass. when I find out who taught these fuckers english...
(actually the shot is all about the hat. fuck, y'all!!)
::: at 1:00 PM