random bitch of the day

Someone in my apartment complex has been using my laundry detergent. I leave the box in there because there’s so little closet space in here that isn’t used up my grandmother’s old music boxes and extra books and old tapes and boxes full of electronic gadgets and wires. It used to be safe in the […]

you’ve gotta be fucking kidding me

Ya know. I don’t know which is worse. The normal sort of run-of-the-mill incompetence we’ve come to expect of Bush, Co., or a grown man in an incredibly powerful position within the US Government refering to himself in an email as a “fashion god.” I mean, c’mon dumbass. That’s why people get personal email accounts. So that when they get fired, the boss doesn’t know how much time you’ve been wasting at the office blogging and chatting with your friends.


I shouldn’t be writing right now. Fact of the matter is that I’ve had some beer, and while, for the most part, it’s been a good day, there have been some ups and downs. Plus, I’m writing on the new computer. And I can hardly even see the screen it’s so far away. But I’m […]