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god is still speaking....he says you drive like a fucking moron.

2005-03-08 / 6:37 p.m.
that's what i read on a bumper sticker whilst i drove on 465 to work. well, the fucking moron part wasn't there. i would have added that myself and given the dude a BIG face punch. if any of you don't have a "face punch" list, i suggest you go right out there and do it....NOW. it's so healing, and is relatively simple: make a list of people you want to punch in the face. for legal reasons, i don't have to tell you to NOT go through with it in real life. punch them in the boxing ring of your mind, buggy.

YOU CAN DANCE IF YOU WANT TO...
do any of you ever have really random childhood memories pop up? i guess as a writer i do more than others, but the weirdest thing happened. i heard "the safety dance" by men without hats on the radio, and i thought about some scrawny ass yuk from elementary and middle school named brent barnhart. i visualized him all wiry and shit praddling on about how he knew that there was a long version of the 'safety dance' and there was a short version of the 'safety dance'. i can see him right there with his doofy face and distinct cowlick, going on and on, getting everyone at our desk group in trouble because he was talking while the teacher was talking.

anyway, i check my yahoo email and my reunion.com update tells me more people have updated their thingymicbobber, so i check both junior and senior high school, and woah--he's there! freaky. i have no idea what his hair looks like, there isn't a picture.

i was then inspired to waste my precious money to subscribe to the damn thing, because i saw a few other people i wanted to say hi to. do you think that's stupid? i've spent money on worse, i suppose.

well, the countdown at work has begun. i'm doing my best at keeping my nose out of what others think of me, because it's none of my fucking business. i say this because now that i've made the healthy move to get out of there, i'm feeling plagued with child-of-an-alcoholic feelings like, "oooh, they're mad at me, it's my fault". i know better than that shit!

the elliptical machine calls, and so does the tivo.

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