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Okay, there is just something so fucking wrong with the Internet, it isn’t fucking funny already. I want to become rich enough to have two ISPs. Use one when the other one isn’t working properly.
I’m in an entirely pissy mood. I wanna open up a can of whup ass and ... Bah.
What I really should do is go to the gym. No. What I really should do is read the 62 pages of crap poetry by the crazy, senile old woman in my class for tomorrow. No. What I really should do is go to sleep since my sleep schedule is allowing me to wake at a nice, sunny hour. (I don’t control my sleep schedule, it controls me.)
Actually, what I really really should do is enjoy the peace and quiet and freedom. Granny’s on Kauai which means that I can go outside, light a candle, and smoke on the patio and watch the rain. That would be nice. Oh and brew a cup of tea to drink out of my brand new coffee mug from the Disney Store. I bought it yesterday from the girl who was afraid of the sound of squeaking styrofoam. It’s really cool. It’s this mug with a picture of ALL the Disney villains hanging out.
I’m not exactly the hugest Disney fan on the planet but I do like the idea of bad guys which is why it is so vital to the way the planet revolves that they choose a good Bond villain. Entertainment Tonight showed coverage of filming from the set of The World Is Not Enough. The Full Monty guy shaved his head for the part; I guess in order to show off the bullet hole scar the villain is supposed to have. You know what’s cute? The director Michael Apted made a big deal about how he wasn’t gonna get all sexist and put women in bikinis and stuff. Well, they showed Denise Richards and she was wearing these really really short shorts and this tight tight tank top cut off above her belly button. Uh gee, close enough to a bikini don’t you think?
Anyways, hmm, what shall I do tonight? I personally like to hang out here idea, but I really should go to the gym. I haven’t done squats since sometime last week I think.
Ah who gives a fuck? I’ll put on weight later already.
A lotta Valentine’s Day talk today. Not sure where we’re eating, not sure if the world is gonna get invited, and I’m not sure where I’m going to be sequestered. Not even sure if I’m getting laid. I even realized, I don’t think I’ve had sex in 1999 yet. At least with another person. Ball And Chain has though. Figure that one out.
No wait a minute, I did, I did! That's right. The night of the Janet Jackson concert. Okay, now I feel better. At the rate I'm going, I'll get laid once every two months; six times a year. Not bad considering I can barely get myself outta this chair right now.
Oddly enough, I saw My First the other day. She didn’t see me although I’m sure if we bumped into each other, we’d talk no problem. Kinda odd feeling. I had a pretty good idea what she’s been up to and stuff until maybe a year ago. I didn’t realize she was still on campus. Odd. She was wearing a nice jacket. I wonder if she found somebody. There’s another one I could’ve handled better. I’m sure she’d be polite but I wonder if she hates me. Rephrase. I wonder exactly how much resentment she holds for me.
Simply Irresistible really sucked shit but it’s impossible to thoroughly hate a movie about paper airplanes and magic crabs. The hardest part for me is trying to figure out how to spell “irresistible.” I want to spell it “irresistable,” not “irresistIble.”
Spunker
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