8/4/06
On Thursday night, Jaybird and I almost watched V for Vendetta. We ended up discussing politics and economics while he smoked in the rain and I sat in the rain. Have I mentioned that it rained on Thursday night? It was a marvelous expression of precipitation.
On Thursday night, Jaybird and I almost watched V for Vendetta. We ended up discussing politics and economics while he smoked in the rain and I sat in the rain. Have I mentioned that it rained on Thursday night? It was a marvelous expression of precipitation.
I am too tired to write anything else except for the next bit.
pinko commie
On Wednesday the girls at work discovered there are mice in the office. Fortunately the one who would've squealed and made the biggest fuss was home coping with her delerium tremens. An exterminator was called and traps were placed in all corners and possible hiding spots for rodents. There are four traps within arm's reach of my desk.
I don't want traps. Leave the mice be. If people fucking clean up after themselves and establish an environment which is not amenable to mice having a fruitful existence then the mice will pick up and move out.
Heaven knows how much those have-a-heart traps cost. Plus I want to disarm the traps but ensure the blame is not on my shoulders. Everyone knows I'm soft on our brethren. The girls at work will squeal, "OMG MILLER MOTH!!!! AAAAH POISON!!! SPIVAK KILL IT!!!"
Dutifully, I'll get up and spend thirty minutes capturing the poor moth so I can set it loose outside.
