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1/26/01 | |
It
has come to my attention that the four or so people that habitually
check this site are a bit pissed off about the lack of recent updates,
so I’ve updated this webpage with a bleak tale of savagery and horror.
If you’re reading this page with the little ones, I suggest that you
send them away.
Flash back a month and a half ago, in order to get in to the proper mind-set. My life was different then. I was a young, idealistic youth, happy and full of dreams for the future. After a long day of hard work and having fun with good friends, I got some much-deserved sleep. When I woke up the next morning, my idyllic life was shattered forever. I rolled over and opened my eyes. There, lying in the bed next to me, was… |
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11/19/01 | |
It
was like something straight of The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly.
I walked in to my philosophy class today with a spring in my step and a stupid grin on my face. After all, the morning had been pretty good up to that point. Remarkably, I got out of my math class over 15 minutes early, so I went out to UDF and got a liter of Chocolate Milk for my philosophy class. My intent was to save about half for dinner. Yessir, everything was looking up. Then, I saw him. The annoying kid. All quarter long, we've been sitting on opposite sides of the room, engaging in a private philosophical war. Today, he decided to play out a final gambit. He was sitting right next to my seat, with a calculating look on his face. "So, you gonna drink that whole thing in class today?" Normally, this would just be a simple question. The spite and bitterness in his voice made it something else. It was a challenge to my very manhood, nay, my very soul! So be it, I thought. Once more in to the breach. My white-knuckled fingers clenched ever tighter around my frosty cold bottle of brown moo juice. "Yes. As a matter of fact, that's exactly what I was planning to do." A line had been drawn in the sand, and like a fool, I crossed over it. An entire liter of chocolate milk on an stomach full of cheap donuts? I soon realized that this was going to be a morning that shall live in infamy. I peeled the freshness strip from around the rim. There was no looking back now. I started off quickly, a rapid 8-chug quaff. I was a quarter of the way there. He chuckled softly. Somehow he knew the terrible truth well before it occurred to me. I leaned back in my chair, thinking that I was settling in for the long haul. As my stomach settled in to a new position, I saw the source of my arch-nemesis' mirth. I was already full! The ironically named donuts were evidently a little more doughy today than I had anticipated. I could literally feel them expanding in my already overburdened stomach. Despair washed over me. The only comfort available to me was the two-hour length of the class. Perhaps a miracle would occur, and I would get a second wind. The halfway mark of the class was reached, and I had managed to down an additional quarter of the bottle. I was at my bursting point. We left to take a brief break, and the rat-bastard psychotic walked off with a final barbed statement. "Well, it looks like you bit off more than you could chew." What the hell? Was I not drinking? How could someone introduce a food-based insult in to a purely liquid-based contest of wills? Now, I think you can see exactly why this spineless reprobate raises my ire. I walked down in to the building's communal kitchen, and saw blessed salvation in all of its glory. In the center of the main table, there was a nearly empty bag of pretzels with a post-it on the side that said "please eat." Two pretzels and about a quarter fistful of salt. Just what the doctor ordered. I whipped out my trusty cup and brought the treasure back to class. I whipped them out, and delivered the perfect Seinfeld quote, right on cue. "These pretzels...are making me thirsty!" Victory was mine. |
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11/1/01 | |
Tonight
I had a shared moment. As I was leaving Donatos to go CD shopping
with a friend of mine, I held open the door for a very attractive young
woman. Three important things happened. 1.) Eye contact. Not only
did she look at me, but she didn't take her eyes off of me until long
after she entered the restaurant. 2.) A dazzling smile. She obviously
liked what she saw. 3.) The glow. You know what I'm talking
about. The two previously mentioned things would normally mean
nothing by themselves, but they were reinforced with an intense
sensation of attraction. There was a glimmer in her eyes, and a
subtle change in her overall demeanor that indicated to me that she was
absolutely captivated by me.
Of course, as my friend pointed out, she could've just been staring at the pizza cheese stuck in my beard. |
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10/30/01 | |
Terror
has found a new name, and that name is Kentucky Fried Chicken.
This afternoon, I decided to sate my inexplicable semi-monthly craving for the Colonel's special blend of herbs and spices. After driving my bike a mile and a half through the rugged streets of Columbus, I expected service with a smile. Unfortunately, I got exactly what I wanted. "Welcome to KFC, what can I get for you, sugar?" At that moment, I made the terrible mistake of glancing at the waitress' face. For the first 7/10ths of a second that I looked upon her cheerful grin, I felt torn between the conflicting instincts of noisily soiling myself and vomiting in terror. It went downhill from there. Like a deer in front of a Mack truck's headlights, I stood there, frozen in a state of animal panic. From this day forward, I shall never in good conscience use the phrase "pearly whites" as a way of referring to teeth in general. What I could see looked more like Tetsuo, right after he got ripe. After a few seconds, my mind started functioning again at some basic level, and I somehow managed to come up with the the theory that I was viewing some grotesque new Halloween costume. Unfortunately, this thin wall that I had just barely managed to erect between me and my own growing madness was about to be cruelly torn down. "Would you like to try our Colonel's Crispy Strips Value Meal?" Her fetid maw widened further, in what I now imagine to be some attempt to appear fetching. what she revealed almost defies calm description, but I shall press on, nonetheless. her lips had stretched up to reveal a veritable Hieronymous Bosch portrait of Hell. Cheap dime-store lipstick was haphazardly shellacked over the rough, pitted surfaces of crude outlines of incisors and canines, presumably to spare the casual onlooker a direct view. I dumbly nodded, and fumbled for my wallet. I felt like I was staring at a car wreck. No, I take that back. this was a thousand times worse. Handing her a wad of bills, I prayed that my complete disdain for anything resembling social pleasantry would do away with her hideous grin. God chose not to listen to my feeble prayers. As if I hadn't already seen enough, the young woman handed me back my change and proceeded to give me a wonderful view of how her recent entry into the museum of dental anomalies is connected to the rest of her body. Blackened, withered gums, resembling bacon left on the pan for hours too long, feebly attempted to cling to the decaying remains of things that were (presumably) once were capable of chewing food. They were fighting a losing battle. Numbly, I shambled over to the pick-up counter. I had somehow gazed in to the heart of darkness and survived. |