What can I say? I'm in a good mood, I guess.
This is the first time in a long time that I've updated two days
in a row. I'd think up a good scatological analogy but I'm not
that creative at the moment. I'm in need of a muse.
It's sunny outside, hooray hoorah. I'm feeling
kind of nostalgic for the last few months of my sophomore year
(see archives), when I had just discovered
Wes Montgomery, The Phantom Menace debuted, Hawaiian shirts were
in, I learned how to drive, and the weather was always nice. Sigh...
Actually, I'm feeling claustrophobic because
my younger brother's friend is over and they've more or less left
a trail of destruction behind them. My brother even left his shirt
on my car when they were playing basketball. When I asked him
to bring it indoors he said he'd do it before I go out tonight.
What an asshole. I don't leave my sweaty shirts laying all over
his bed and tell him I'll take care of it before he goes to sleep.
I've been getting pretty annoyed with my situation
at work. There are two managers I like, and I like them alot.
There are three managers I don't like, and boy are they the three
biggest bitches you've ever met. I can't even think about them
without getting angry. I'm going to end here before I get too
Why is it that the newspaper always ends up in
the biggest puddle in the driveway?
Quote of the Day: Fear is the path to
the dark side. Fear leads to anger. Anger leads to hate. Hate
leads to suffering.
-Yoda (Frank Oz, in Star Wars Episode I: The
Phantom Menace, 1999)