scrawls.

scrawls

still cheaper than therapy*

31.8.05

commute.

i hate morning talk radio. just ... i hate morning talk radio. i want to see those peoples' resumes. what's on em?

1993-1996. Did too much coke and stuck my finger up my butt.
1996-1998. Stuck my head up my butt. Stopped reading, as it was too dark to see.
1998, Oct. Sold my soul to ...someone or other. Hard to see with one's head up one's ass, you know.
1998, Nov. Misplaced the soul-selling contract. oh well. what did i get for that, anyway?
1999-2001. With head still stuck up butt, crawled up someone else's butt. Not sure whose, but nothing makes it in here, except ...
2001-2005. Talked to myself about nothing. Am successfully entirely misinformed, spreading shit going well...

They're willfully uninformed - how easy is it to google something, please? Broadcasting misinformation. Misogynist, xenophobic pigs. Closed-mindedness. And they're not even funny. They think they're funny, i'm sure if you asked them they'd tell you they were funny, and then they would try to do something funny and it would fail so absolutely you couldn't even pity it, really. They're like the titanic of not being funny. (unlike, for instance, me.)

plus? The geniuses at the planning board decided, Hey, let's wait till the students come back at the end of august and the town population doubles with all of them and their sorry-ass trucks and maroon clothing and then let's start construction. yeah, that'll be great! Not only will there be a bunch of little fuckers that don't know how to drive in the first place, but there'll be construction backup on the highway ...

scrawled @ 15:23