jimmy

For those of y’all with digital cameras, I need help. What should I look for? I’m planning on getting one this weekend.

As I was driving home last night a tree flew by in front of me. Well, not really a tree, but a really big branch from a really big tree (it might as well have been a tree). That was the most heart-pumping action I’ve had in a while. Perhaps I should get out more.

IT’S PAYDAY!!!!!! *does payday dance*

Word of the day: endometrium.

I get an email from one our facilities manager that they need a new vendor inputted into our system. Evidently a skunk got into the warehouse and is stuck underneath several baskets, and this one company is the only one that will trap it. I guess this somebody isn’t going through the warehouse tonight.

This is an interesting email that was forwarded to me here at work.

I did my federal taxes last night. I’m getting $800 back! Woo hoo! So that’s probably going to go to a nice digital camera, a turntable, cds and books. Theoretically I should save this money, but nah! Spend spend spend!!!!

This marks the first year I have:

…is that as much as I avoid the television, I still know who Evan picked on Joe Millionaire. I know the “surprise” twist. Blah blah blah. Fuck pop culture.

The last couple of nights, I’ve been having dreams that I was in the doctor’s office. He comes in and says there was something of concern in my blood test. I look at him quixotically, and he tells me that I have the HIV virus. I stare at his desk for a minute and eventually say, “Ok. What anti-viral regiment do you want me to take,” in a resigned way.

I don’t know what to make of this. I’m pretty sure that I don’t have HIV, but I’m going to get tested just in case. I don’t know. It’s just weird.

So I was among over 100,000 people who protest here in Hollywood on Saturday. The definite highlight for me was hearing Gore Vidal speak. Instead of yammering on about this and my near arrest, I’ll do a write-up on it eventually.

Is it Friday yet?

Let’s get down and boogie!

Last night I’m at Coffee Cartel writing and reading as usual. There was a group of punk rockers with the leather jackets, mohawks, etc. yelling, “that’s fucking gay man,” or, “queer!!!” Um. Was it harsh of me to think of their heads going through a fucking blender? I don’t think it was.

This leads to my next conclusion that heteros are inferior. Actually, that’s inaccurate. The conclusion should state that everyone is inferior to me. (I really think I have a complex raging beneath me).

You know. Now that I’m reading the shit above I’m realizing that there was a huge leap in logic. *shrugs* If the president-select can do it, so can I!