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Ha!

Right now my back is fucking killing me. It hurts to get up. It hurts to walk. It hurts to sit down. It just hurts. I want someone to rip my spinal cord out. I want all nerve endings dead right now. Owwie!

Stolen from radiohead dot com.

I parked my car down the street coming home from the coffeeshop. On the radio, KPFK was playing an speech by Gore Vidal recorded in 1981. I stay in my car to listen for another couple of minutes when all of the sudden I hear water dripping on my car. My first thought was that the sprinklers in the condo complex started going off. Then I realize that this water is actually rain.

I run up the hill to my apartment and the rain slows. Just as I get comfortable pace going, it starts pouring even harder. My question I pose now is: what the fuck is going on? Why is it raining in Southern California right in the middle of the summer? Ok, so that’s two questions. Still. What the fucking fuck?!

That’s it. I’m reading A People’s History of the United States by Howard Zinn. It’s a great and lovely read. Eye opening to say the least. I know I try to keep up on some sort of truth behind the lies they tell us in school, but some of this stuff is outright revealatory.

Ug. Auditors again. My back is killing me. Whatever. It’s all good since I got my vacation request approved. I will be taking half a day off on 8/7 and come back to work on 8/13. Besides the wedding on 8/8, does anyone wanna do anything?

New desktop in the current section. That’s about it.

I’m still feeling the antipathy of being the anti-fag, but at least tonight I get a visual light show from Mother Nature to accompany it. How this all relates, I’m not completely sure but whatever.

Here’s a link about French hatin’.

Bill Hicks is perfect for long car trips.

Yesterday, I went to Pine Flat for urbanemonkey‘s mom’s birthday. It was quite a drive and made me quite confident in my car. If I can go up the Grapevine at 100mph with no effort, I say my car is fairly reliable.

That’s about it. Moop.

Going to the 3rd Street Promenade last night was a bit surreal. My real reason to go was to see the progress of Midnight Special in their move. Unfortunately, it still looks like there needs to be more work done.

Anyhow, crossing the street on Arizona, you see the huge memorial filled with candles, flowers and a public card where people can write down their thoughts. It’s quite a somber scene (rightly so) that you can feel throughout the Promenade. Perhaps going there the first time since that gnarly accident had something to do with it.

I really wanna vegetate this weekend, but I can’t. *sigh*