| Damn, Yolanda. |
[Feb. 4th, 2004|03:50 am] |
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On my way to work today, I took a piece of gravel to the windshield. I spent the next 15 minutes driving and watching this small crack grow from the left side of the glass. It stopped at about 4 inches, but now I want to touch it. I know that if I do, it'll get worse, but the temptation is almost unbearable. And it's gonna cost a whole bunch of money to fix. I might add that my car is the biggest money pit I've ever come across. But I maintain that this one is really no one's fault; just bad luck, so quit laughing at me, Mahlon. |
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| Spork in the eyes |
[Jan. 28th, 2004|05:14 pm] |
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I just got off the phone with a telemarketer from Verizon who was offering a special on high speed internet. After being verbally abused by me and listening to several examples of poor customer service that I recieved from Verizon, she tried telling me that she was new. I ignored her, and continued telling her about my many complaints filed with Verizon. Upon reflection, I realize now that I feel pretty good. I got some aggressiveness off my chest, and I'm generally feeling happy. I 'm now thinking of REMOVING myself from the do-not-call list, because a telemarketer means free therapy. |
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| Fire |
[Jan. 26th, 2004|03:04 pm] |
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My deodorant has somehow become intimate with a tube of toothpaste. Together, they have given birth to a hybrid child: My Flaming Armpits. No amount of scrubbing will ease my pain. I can only hope to break a sweat and have my body flush itself clean. Someone please kill me. |
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| The Plastic Neo-Pseudo Fascist Bastards |
[Jan. 25th, 2004|02:57 am] |
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Got a song called "We Shot the New Kids on the Block" stuck in my head. It's from 1990, by the above mentioned band. No one online has heard of them except some guy named Dave. So Dave, if you read this, get me a copy of that song. |
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