Yep, you're a cave. A black hole sponge, if you will (I prefer that to black hole sun -- it makes more sense and makes the song funnier.) Let it out!
Um, we're so white up here that no only can I blind someone with just a cropped shirt (argh! the bright light!) but we don't have Popeye's or Church's. We've tons of Chinese-American buffets (they never actually include American in the name) and lots of hamburger joints, but no chicken other than KFC. The Honorable and Venerable Colonel is an icon of white colonization. Our Big Boy turns 50 this year, though. Another creepy mascot there.
See? Sports fans are just gluttons for disappointment. Even if your team wins one year, they likely won't repeat it! Dumbfuckery on so many levels.
I love Friday. Even if your personal Friday (filed before your personal jesus) isn't on actual Friday, it's all good. It's Friday!
Okay, I have a meeting to go prepare for. Peace out. Ghetto chicken makes the world a happier place.
21 May 2004
STOOPID F@#*(&ING LIGHTNING
Yeah, that's right--I said ghetto chicken. There's a common theory that you will never find Church's or Popeye's in a nice (typically white) neighborhood. Moreover, you will only find Church's in the worst ghetto parts of town. This second part appears to be mostly true. But if you've ever seen either one in a nice part of town, let me know. I believe I've seen Popeye's in decent neighborhoods. Why do I ask? I want one in the nice quiet white neighborhood I live in now. I know they'd make a killing cuz all we have is KFC right now. Not to mention four Publii (what IS the plural of Publix, anyway?) with three matching Blockbusters, and three McDonalds. But my friends keep telling me Popeye's is too ghetto for my neighborhood.
I thought 42 was the answer to everything. Maybe the answer is 42 Morrisseys.
Good luck with that spontaneous combustion performance. I'm thinking you might want to put in a call to Industrial Light and Magic.
Friday has arrived.
I always figured you two for Springer eventually anyway. Maybe Maury. Most likely Judge Judy ;)
The dark depths of a cave? Is that what I am, some sort of cave? Some sort of dark region that's SLOWLY CONSUMING ALL OF WHAT I AM??? DO YOU THINK I *NEED* SUNLIGHT?!? I WILL DESTROY ALL OF YOU!!!
Man, you're right. I do feel better :)
Yeah, that's right--I said ghetto chicken. There's a common theory that you will never find Church's or Popeye's in a nice (typically white) neighborhood. Moreover, you will only find Church's in the worst ghetto parts of town. This second part appears to be mostly true. But if you've ever seen either one in a nice part of town, let me know. I believe I've seen Popeye's in decent neighborhoods. Why do I ask? I want one in the nice quiet white neighborhood I live in now. I know they'd make a killing cuz all we have is KFC right now. Not to mention four Publii (what IS the plural of Publix, anyway?) with three matching Blockbusters, and three McDonalds. But my friends keep telling me Popeye's is too ghetto for my neighborhood.
I thought 42 was the answer to everything. Maybe the answer is 42 Morrisseys.
Good luck with that spontaneous combustion performance. I'm thinking you might want to put in a call to Industrial Light and Magic.
Friday has arrived.
I always figured you two for Springer eventually anyway. Maybe Maury. Most likely Judge Judy ;)
The dark depths of a cave? Is that what I am, some sort of cave? Some sort of dark region that's SLOWLY CONSUMING ALL OF WHAT I AM??? DO YOU THINK I *NEED* SUNLIGHT?!? I WILL DESTROY ALL OF YOU!!!
Man, you're right. I do feel better :)
20 May 2004
Yo. Que pasa?
Ghetto chicken?
Morrissey is the answer to everything. I, too, have forgiven Jesus. I have not yet forgiven His Church. Or the Pope. Bastards, all of them. Isn't buggery a form of birth control? Especially when it's man on man?
Spring! I love it!
Laundry. Hate it. But one must needs have clean underwear. And clean jeans. And clean towels. Okay, the last is the most important. You can go without underwear, wear dirty jeans or find other pants, but dirty towels are unsurmountable. Especially when having company.
There's a thespian game -- sudden death. It's improv, and when or if you screw up enough that the "audience" notices, they scream "Die!" and you must act your death. I always wanted to do spontaneous combustion and couldn't figure out how to do that -- it always looked like I was blowing myself up. But that's how I'd like the world to go -- in a pop, meaningless and not sparkly at all. Just disappearing.
Friday needs to hurry itself along a little faster.
Oh, can we discuss Susan's need to share "Mandy" with me? If you've got a thing for Barry, that's fine, but it shouldn't be aired like dirty laundry in public. Next thing I know, I'm going to be on Jerry Springer and Susan will be telling me she's been screwing my brother for years. Not that I'd care that much, but for all past foibles, I did think she had better taste than that (Barry and my brother).
Writing, even when it makes no sense, is good for the soul. It's like letting a little sunlight reach the dark depths of a cave.
Off to home and the laundromat.
Spring rocks.
Ghetto chicken?
Morrissey is the answer to everything. I, too, have forgiven Jesus. I have not yet forgiven His Church. Or the Pope. Bastards, all of them. Isn't buggery a form of birth control? Especially when it's man on man?
Spring! I love it!
Laundry. Hate it. But one must needs have clean underwear. And clean jeans. And clean towels. Okay, the last is the most important. You can go without underwear, wear dirty jeans or find other pants, but dirty towels are unsurmountable. Especially when having company.
There's a thespian game -- sudden death. It's improv, and when or if you screw up enough that the "audience" notices, they scream "Die!" and you must act your death. I always wanted to do spontaneous combustion and couldn't figure out how to do that -- it always looked like I was blowing myself up. But that's how I'd like the world to go -- in a pop, meaningless and not sparkly at all. Just disappearing.
Friday needs to hurry itself along a little faster.
Oh, can we discuss Susan's need to share "Mandy" with me? If you've got a thing for Barry, that's fine, but it shouldn't be aired like dirty laundry in public. Next thing I know, I'm going to be on Jerry Springer and Susan will be telling me she's been screwing my brother for years. Not that I'd care that much, but for all past foibles, I did think she had better taste than that (Barry and my brother).
Writing, even when it makes no sense, is good for the soul. It's like letting a little sunlight reach the dark depths of a cave.
Off to home and the laundromat.
Spring rocks.
Why is Popeye's chicken too ghetto for white neighborhoods? It's clearly a step above Church's, and it's WAY better than Kitchen Fried Crap.
All addiction is the same.
Current slogan that defines most people in general: "It's never enough".
Carpe Canis.
Don't sweat the small stuff.
Remember to find beauty in all that you see and do today!
Take advantage of my non-sensical ramblings while you can...
Countdown to Ireland: 7
All addiction is the same.
Current slogan that defines most people in general: "It's never enough".
Carpe Canis.
Don't sweat the small stuff.
Remember to find beauty in all that you see and do today!
Take advantage of my non-sensical ramblings while you can...
Countdown to Ireland: 7