Tuesday, February 27, 2001
9:24a.m. - chance of rain one-hundred percent
For lack of better things to do, I have decided to start writing shit on here again. You may remember the extensive journal I used to keep. Well it's back, mother fucker.
Yes, it's raining today but not nearly enough. It's been awhile since we've had a decent flood and I say it's about time. This shithole needs a good torrential rain to wash away some of the trash .
Wednesday, February 28, 2001
7:01p.m. - will it ever end?
It's still raining. I'm glad. I hope it never stops.
I'm in desperate need of something, but what? Most likely a life. I used to have ambition, I'm sure of it. Where the fuck did it go? Its probably lying on the floor of some whorehouse in West Texas.
Thursday, March 1, 2001
11:39p.m. - where does it go?
Sometimes when you reflect on the day behind you, you think to yourself "Holy shit, I did all that?" Well today wasn't exactly like that, but I did cover a lot of ground. I got up before noon, ate lunch at Wendy's, got hired on at a grocery store, went bowling, ate some damn fine lasagna, and played poker. In that order.
Yeah you read it right, I got a job. You may be thinking "so fucking what?" but this is a major breakthrough in my life.
What's happening to me?
Saturday, March 3, 2001
6:34p.m. - the thought had crossed my mind
I can finally say work sucks and have some basis for that assertion. I now think that maybe that's why we used to make niggers do it for us.
I'm joking of course.
Actually it wasn't so bad, especially knowing that I'm going to be paid for it. Work equals money. Money equals alcohol. Thus we can conclude that work equals alcohol, and who can argue with that?
Fuckers.
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