January 3, 2001
I had errands today. The first was to feed the
cat. The little punk wants to be treated like a star
now that he's been seen on MTV thanks to Manson's
"Diary" show. Then I had to take care of
the "special" errand. I was forced to take
the bus because you can't keep a fucking caddy in
this city anymore!! No sooner do you park it, it gets
stolen. There was a brown caddy parked across the
street from the house. It looked pretty shitty.
I went to the Super Wal-Mart. Shit yeah! Their
specials are way better than K-Mart! I got everything
I needed, but was still pretty pissed off over my
car. Just to share this pissiness, I took my 6 items
and stood in the regular checkout line. Three things
will piss of a Wal-Mart shopper: 1) being stuck in
line behind 3 people with 38 items in each of their
carts; 2) a cashier who has to cheerfully discuss and
analyze each and every one of those 38 items with the
shopper; and 3) being the person with 38 items who is
stuck behind some ass who should have gotten in the
Express Line!
As I left the store, I got a whiff of perfume that
got me pretty horny. The "twig" was ready
for some backstage action even though I wasn't
backstage. It smelled like Jean Nate! I love that
shit! The problem was that the perfume was connected
to a couple of fans who started chasing me. Elsewise,
it would have been time for Poontang in the Plaza!!
Fortunately, my ride arrived just in time!
January 5, 6, 9 and 10
A grand total of 12 phone messages, 9 letters, and
three telegrams from TwigMama. I'm not going to
answer her because I KNOW she's
responsible for killing my pooch! DAMNIT! The calls
were collect too. (Note: Tell housekeeper not accept
any long distance collect calls)
