Tonight is party night. So time for me to shower and spend more than a minute on my hair. Maybe I’ll get laid.
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A Satanik Poem
Look up into the sky
See the almighty Cock
Then smile with happiness.
There. It’s fucking pretty. (I swear too much. I suppose that’s one of my shortcomings. Oh well.)
Vodka and punch is yummy. The vodka is almost untastable, and it just goes down your gullet nice and smooth. Me likes.
Last night was the first time I saw the show “Will and Grace”. I do admit that it’s a funny show. Sometimes you miss a lot when you don’t own a television. Fuck.
Fuck work. That’s all that needs to be said. Fuck.
Chicken marinated in red sauce with onions and parsley, cheese in a filo dough. Served with a green lettuce salad. All for only $3.00.
The word of the week:VERNACULAR. (Remember, whenever you hear the word, scream real loud.)
I got a name plaque today at work. How stupid. Don’t they know I’m leaving soon?
No need to look back anymore. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck F u c K. I knew that this was going to be a hell week at work. That’s why I’ve been faxing my resume all day. Plus, I have an interview on Wednesday at software.com, so things are looking up.
Perhaps I’ll just get a nice sleep tonight after I have Korean food. I’m already salivating at the thought of it.
It was the interminable weekend. A bunch of hormone-ridden people who don’t know what to do about it. It only leads to one thing: DRAMA. In an effort to avoid dealing with such sins (drama, that is), I decided playing guitar alongside of Sonic Youth’s Dirty was a good idea. True, my guitar was in EEEEBE tuning, but it still sounded cool. I like Sonic Youth a lot. (Damn I feel old).
However it is back to work. I’ve been complaining about wanting a cheese platter for weeks. Finally, I am successful!!!! So I’ll be stuffing my face with havarti, gouda and brie with crackers. Mmmmm.
It seems to be a good week—————:::>.
As I’m getting ready to leave work, I’m listening to Sonic Youth’s new album NYC Ghosts and Flowers. It’s constructed as the end of all music. My friend says that Sonic Youth has become pretentious in their last several albums. I couldn’t agree with him more, however I see it as a good thing rather than a bad one.
The weekend is here. If I have a phone line, I can probably update my page more easily. Fuckin’ roommate.
I’ve decided that if everyone and their fucking mothers could have a weblog, I should also. So there. Here is the first of the series of useless posts about how I’m feeling at a particular time and all that other rot. It will be a fucking joy.
The word of the day: TWAT!!!!