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. Oh, bother.

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 pissed off.

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)

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