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bono can't count and sheryl crow wouldn't know what anarchy was if it bit her in the ass.

2004-12-01 / 12:23 p.m.
i was listening to the radio on my way home from work tuesday in the pouring rain...wanted to make sure that i wouldn't come across any crashes on I-70. the deejay goes on and on during every air break, featuring people calling in arguing about what bono had to say.

"he isn't counting right" -duh.

"he's actually counting right. he's saying once, doce, trece, carorce"

"it's an echo sound effect. he's actually saying unos, dos, tres, catorce"

who cares? we've all seen the fucking I-pod commercial. the fellas of U2 are publicity whores. i'm so over them. they haven't done anything good since 'war'.

i liked ben stiller's impersination of bono on his show. that made me laugh to the point of pissing. it's sad...i'm 31 and i think i need to start investing in depends or something. i can't cough, laugh, or sneeze without peeing my pants just a smidgen.

vinnie hit a deer tuesday night. wrecked the toyota and we're renting a car until it gets fixed. like major dumbasses, we didn't have car rental on our insurance and have a $500 deductible. looks like we won't be going to florida to visit my mom in march.

darn.

speaking of her...just hurts too much to talk to her anymore. i've said this before, i feel like a documentary film maker when i associate with my family. i'm so out of touch with them--and everything they do seems so foreign. we have nothing in common. sometimes i can hardly believe i sprang from her. she makes no sense at all.

at the same time, i look in the mirror in the morning i see my face aging like hers. i notice the subtle mannerisms-(the frequency of the word fuck, making up my own vocabulary, and the tendency to be obliviously selfish). i really hope i don't fuck up my kids as bad as she and dad have messed me up.

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