February 2004 Archives

Rose and I had a small disagreement over email about some silly thing. I hate that. You can't resolve it. You can't tell if there are hurt feelings on the other end that will fester. Things are misunderstood. One comment is taken as an indictment or an insult. Then a bunch of emails are sent back and forth with one person on the defensive and both not really getting the other one. It's even worse when it happens face-to-face. (What happened this morning didn't get anywhere near that degree.)

Material theft. Happens to all of us sooner or later. There have been a rash of thefts upon people I know recently. Last night a coworker got his car broken into. Luckily nothing was stolen. A couple of weeks ago another coworker had the same thing happen to her. They took her agenda. That's like stealing a random person's glasses. And of course, two weeks before that, Liz and Jason got supremely fucked over by a band of thieves that probably included...well, I can't say here. It's nothing they haven't thought of already.

I'd just like to say that I would hang all those that would break in to a home or a car or a place of business and steal people's things.I would truly like to beat some of those people to death with a bat. God, how they irritate the fuck out of me. I mean, don't steal, deal drugs.

Don't steal, deal. DON'T STEAL, DEAL! What a great slogan! This is my contribution to the war on the war on drugs.

This isn't well thought-out, I know.

Rose and I are playing a game.

She was so painfully bored at work that she decided to do some stream-of-consciousness writing. SOC writing amounts to just typing out whatever comes to mind that very second. I've seen that sort of thing in porn spam emails, in order to fool the spam filters. Anyway, she came up with the sentence:

"What is bland if not the sacred highlighter in this chamber of foolishness?"

Two entries in one day. Feast on the prolific prose.

Just read a couple of Minderella's entries about hooking up and expressing sexual power and so on. At one point she said that "i have never been the girl to walk right up to the best looking guy in the bar and then make it happen".

Is there anyone that can really tell me why Janet Jackson exposing her breast is such a huge deal? Really? Anyone?

Please tell me how this breast is going to warp and demean the minds "of the children". Of the fucking children.

The word of the day is "detestable". Brought to you by the letter--you guessed it--T!

Today is not a great day for working or thinking. My ulcer has gone into chronic mode and I can't get any sleep, either. These things are unrelated, as well, so it's not like solving one will solve the other.