April 2006

4/28/06
Srsly, I don't get people who are listed in the phone book. I've never had a listed telephone number. My parents have never been listed and my paternal grandparents were never in the phone book.

dad

Hello, I want you to hear my theory. The goverment is pushing gas prices up so high that the American public will take to using Ethonyl or however it is spelled for fuel for trucks and automobiles. The engines now are being modified, very inexpensive to do. GM has 5 new models being released in 2007. These are called Multifuel engines. This fuel is made from corn a replenishable comodity. Oil is not. The tobacco companies are growing less tobacco and I feel will be growing feed corn instead. This is the stuff for fuel. We now will not use oil from the mid east, and use corn from the good ol usa. This corn can be refined at our now oil refineries. It can be sold at our local gas or fuel stations across this country. This fuel will cost far less then Crude oil This will make the oil companies huge profits. The largest cost of fuel is TAX. Taxes that will not be recinded when it becomes corn and not crude. Again, the Government, Big Companies, oil and auto, make the money and we wind up getting screwed.

The truth about the Pope. He has contracted the Avian Bird Flu. The reports is that he caught it from a Cardonal.

Reports of fire in Circus. It was in tents.

Did you hear how they caught the pig napper??? It squealed.

Did you hear how they caught the skunk napper??? It put up quite a stink.

Did you know that I miss you??? I love you DAd.

the history of the decline and fall of the roman empire (abridged)

There's one thing that I'm learning from this book and it's the fact that a standing military can be more of a liability than an asset.

issues

Today was just a day of fucking issues. Things started out with a dream and when I woke up, I was an angry person. I can't recall a single dream where I woke up angry. Usually I'll be tired or I'll be happy or I won't feel anything but feeling angry is definitely new.

Work was annoying. I tried to get this person's attention to find out what was going on and people jumped all over me thinking I was out of line when I never even raised my voice or acted condescending towards this person. Fuck everyone. Plus this pushed one of my buttons that is an unpopular button in modern society.

When I got home, I spoke with my parents and I vented and they talked to me and I guess I feel better right now.

Reckon I should be thankful that the only issue on my mind is who the heck is visiting my site from the Air Force Space Command? They all have these violently aquatic subdomains like turtlesaurus rex and torpedo shark. For the sake of national security I'll only mention those and remain oblique rather than state the real one. I think it might be elmgrows but I might be wrong. Maybe they're interested in the fact that heptapod.org (the site, not the home office) was recently visited by Saudis and alleged Muslims in the UK.

In Yer Dreams

I woke up on a bright, sandy beach. The sand was very fine and very white. To my right, a placid ocean shone blue under the midday sun. There weren't any clouds but it wasn't hot nor was it windy. Heck, the sand didn't even stick to my body.

Up the beach towards the boardwalk, I could see two people who were walking towards me. I recognized one as Deidre and the other was this dark haired white guy holding her hand. When they reached my spot, she started going off on how she was getting married and she was going to live in this paradise forevermore.

"Fuck you. You don't deserve this. I'm the one who should be living here without a care in the fucking world. Who fucking died and gave this to you. I know you didn't earn it because you don't have a pot to piss in. Plus you have the fucking nerve to mention that you're getting married after all the god damned mind games you played on me. How you fucking twisted everything I said into a proposal and I do mean everything when I wasn't even intending that then your meth-head piece of shit fuckpal gets sicced on me to torment me about how he's fucking you and that you never liked me?"

In the middle of my tirade, I couldn't breathe and woke up with Spot on my chest. Soon Spot was fed and I was out the door wondering why the fuck I was so pissed off.

Before the first hour of the day was done, I realized I should've called in sick and spent the day in bed.