I already said this shit, but When it Rains, I Dig.

I got a haircut. I got ALL of 'em cut.
Hell yeah.

If I died, noboby'd ever change what this blog said, until the Authorities (by which I mean the webmasters) shut down the page.
Huh. Funny thought.

somebody's going to die.

Rearranged the house last night. Moved the library into the living room. Chopped the living room up into bits, and fed part of it to random wild dogs, and part of it is gonna be shoved into where the library was up until last night. portable culture. can you beat it? i didn't think so. there's a shortage of envelopes at my work. every time we sell a gift certificate, we put it in an envelope, and every time we send a letter we put it into an envelope. there was a spike in gift certificates as people buy something generic for people they neither know nor want to know. there has been another spike in letters, probably not completely unrelated. so now i have no envelopes. but i need to send a letter for work even and there's no envelopes. that's what my day's gonna end like as I run off to ANYWHERE but here, as I know i can find a special place... a magical place... where the rivers flow with milk and honey and envelopes with your logo on them. whoopedy doo. can i kill the twenty minutes until i leave just by writing a long, long post here, or do i actually have to go somewhere and do something useful. the world may never know. unless they look at the time-date stamp on this post. I guess that's true, come to think of it. why are you reading this? i don't even know why i'm writing it and i'm the one writing it. crap. but it seems to still be going on. longerand longer and noboby'll ever actually read it all. lord know i won't. lord knows i never read my own swill. i hate the crap i write, especially when its long and already being digested by the stinkin robo-belly. so yeah. off to toshiwork where toshi works. funny toshi could find a job where toshi worked. that happened in highschool too, always toshi's classes had another toshi in them. when it rains I dig.

I haveta run off to pick up toshi at work where toshi works. Funny. I don't plan to be late, but that's what's wrong with this world, ain't it?

Nameless Faceless Drones give lousy Christmas Presents.

Crap crap crappa crap crappa crappa crap
crappa crappa crappa crap,
crappa crappa crap.
(to be sung to the tune of "Row Row Row yer boat", in a round by six elemenary children's choirs)

Um. Crap. What? I wasn't listening.

look!



MY ROBOT SWALLOWED TOSHI!

hee hee

I'm proud of this one cause it's silly.
I'm having fun writing agin. Maybe I should tackle my novel again.

Redux:
When I'm at work, I miss my fast internet connection at home. When I'm at home I miss missing my fast internet connection.

Work: n The act of being functional, even when you were having a really good dream, or when there was something, ANYTHING, you would rather have been doing.

When I'm at work, I miss my fast connection at home. When I'm at home...
I guess that when I'm at home I'm glad I'm not at work.

Nifty!

Cold Tomato Soup is an Awful Lot like Ketchup.

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