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Monday,
February 5th, 2001:
Well
well well, my first entry for the new year! This is so special I think
I'm going to celebrate it the only way I know how, with music! So let's
see, what shall I play...hmmm, oh I know, I'll put on some Dream and have
a throw down...a showdown...and let my backbone slide!
So
anyways, a lot has happened since the end of the new year. I've had this
little annoying mole removed permanently, though it was sad to have the
cops haul Billy Bob away, but oh well, that mole had to go! Another big
event was trudging through the tundra, through all those whiteouts and
blizzards in search of the magnetic north pole. Too bad I didn't make
it further than my backyard before I felt too cold and headed back inside.
What a wuss I am, aren't I? But at least I didn't get sunburned on my
face like a certain someone :<)
I
also had to put up with a thunderstorm last night, though I didn't actually
hear any thunder, nor see any lightning. I took the word of my brother
and his friend when they said they saw this gigantic flash of lightning
that knocked out power in surrounding blocks. Personally, I think it's
the Russians testing another A-bomb, but oh well, not everything can be
documented. They'll just say "Nyet, no bomba go boom. It ah alien
flying plate tingy dat comb for de baad Kanadians in retaliation for de
1972 Kanada/Russia 'ockey tore-na-mient in witch we lose. Phooey to you
Kanada!"
Umm,
yeah, whatever dude!
Oh,
before I continue too much, I have to say that I was "pressured"
to make a new entry from a certain person down south, whom we shall call
Cat-lady. She's got a herd of cats roaming her Ponderosa and also has
a variety of barnyard animals that love to graze in the "backyard."
A quick not to you Catty (ooh, that's quite creative and close to a certain
name, eh?), if you want to get rid of those oak trees, call Paul Bunion
and blame the golfing fool next door! I'm seeing another Red Light Roundup
headline for him in his future (thanks to Cleo the psychic woman that
annoys me on TV).
Today's
events, before I forget about them, deals with three VERY unknown girls
walking past me out on the street. Here I am, minding my own business,
moving my feet in order to get me from location A to location B when I
walk past these girls. The first girl, we'll call her Laquisha, is all
giggles, though I don't pay much attention. Her friend next to her, we'll
call her Rudina, looked like just another girl you'd pass by, no emotion,
no smile, just a regular girl. So as I get within 5 feet of them, Slut
A blurts out, in my direction "my friend thinks you're hot!"
in this obnoxious way. I was like "OK?" but when she started
giggling like a dork, I said "well thanks, now I can finally get
some good sleep at night knowing that bit of information." Was that
bad? Who cares. I just kept on walking and didn't look back. They weren't
girls I'd be interested in for two reasons. Reason one...I'm already involved
with someone. Reason two...I'm not into skank.
Moving
right along...I've just decided that this background sucks. Well, the
background that was used in the first 3 pages of this section, so I'm
going to change it (doesn't apply now since I've completely removed all
backgrounds I used in the past). It means some work as I have to make
a new title, but oh well, not like I have much else to do right now, other
than updating another section of the site. Ah, there we go, I've settled
on the right text colour and things, but no background yet. Any suggestions?
Something dark is what I'm looking for. (Aren't you fascinated in seeing
how my mind works when creating a page? Yeah, this is what I have to live
with my whole life. Consider yourself lucky!)
Next
order of business..I'm so sick of 7th Heaven. How sick you ask? Sick enough
to want Satan to visit Glenoak and possess one of the Camden kids, preferably
Lucy. It'd be so cool to see Lucy spitting green pea soup and swearing
at the rest of the family. Now that would be a ratings grabber. WB...are
you listening?
Favours...why
do people ask for a favour but don't bother to follow up with it? I've
had people ask me to do a favour for them which involves heading over
to their place, but then don't bother to call and tell me they're not
needing the favour afterall. And they have the nerve to wonder why I don't
bother answering their phone calls a few days later? According to Moses,
two of the Commandments that were dropped from the Top 10 were as follows:
Thou
shalt be allowed to ask for favours from thy neighbour, but thou shalt
do one of the following...(a) follow through with thou favour or (b) let
thy neighbour know thine favour is no longer requested
Thou
shalt suffer the consequences of not letting thy neighbour know thus favour
is not longer requested
If
you can't follow these basic little rules, then all I have to say is screw
you!
I'm
sure if I had decided to go somewhere the same day this other person asked
me to do them a favour and they actually come looking for me, they'd get
pissed off and give me the second degree. I'm too nice to wale on their
dense head. If I had a dime for everytime someone backed out of a requested
favour, I'd be Richard Hatch, minus the gay side and minus the tendency
to walk around naked, flashing my 2 tonnes of lard, but that's beside
the point.
So
boys and girls, papa's got a brand new bag! That's about the extent of
my last couple of months, or at least all I could remember of it right
now. If I remember some more useless stuff, I'll paint you a picture of
it on here. If it turns out looking like a first grader's finger painting,
just remember, I never said I was Picasso!
So
raise your glass with me in a toast...la maladie folle de vache EST mauvaise!
(For
those of you that don't know French, learn it!! But for now, I'll translate
that bit for you. It says..."mad cow disease is bad")
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