
5-30-03
I threw up for the first time since elementary school. Three times, no less. Judging by the pickles and olvies hanging out in there, I guess I don't chew enough.
5-29-03
Still with the thankless repetitive chores. The ones where no one knows when you do 'em, but you'll get a new one ripped when you don't.
5-28-03
I'm simming - but all they do is cry and eat pizza. Four dead and two missing. The kitchen's littered with dead ferrets, and my overflowing toilet's been repossessed. Regardless, I know I'd make a great parent.
This faulty brain/mouth connection is really screwing me over. Silent type without the brilliance of Silent Bob. I open my mouth and vomit words that are too messed up to swallow back. It's sick, it really is. Well, that's what the internet is for. Or better yet, super glue.
Reloaded kicked ass as far as ass-kicking went, but the damn love story just tried to overtake it. It didn't go so far as Episode II (I won't even get started on that), but that lame ass "no, you can't die because I love you" scene from the first movie was enough. That kind of love isn't forever anyway. Don't they know reruns get old eventually, even for the best of shows? But of course, in those movies, they never show you the reruns.
5-27-03
Computer works. Just didn't plug it in. Yeah, I'm puttin' my head down.
In another week or so I should have my ebay biz runnin' smooth. I'm sellin' other peoples' stuff on commission. Got a line on a possible construction job and another on a temp waitressing job. I need to turn in my hours so I can get paid. And get a real job instead of all these part-time gigs.
I put up some blinds. Partly because of Spaun. Mostly because I started getting paranoid after the new neighbors moved in next door. I've been blindless for years, so it's about time now that I'm movin' out. Window's pretty gross anyway.
Well, something's biting me. Gotta go take care of it. TK out.
5-26-03
More payless work - been cleaning out this building, shoveling out garbage (literally). I finally got a chance to try out some of my karate moves on a sheet of plate glass. Now that's some dangerous shit - good thing I didn't slice my leg off. I shouldn't be trusted with a hammer.
Found some furniture I may be able to use in my apartment - as opposed to the table made of plywood on a couple of sawhorses and a three-legged shelf. I also found a squirrel skull. But if you put pencils in your eyes and twist a little, it could possibly look like a monkey's.
Weather's getting better. The problem with the sun...or the problem with me, is that it starts an outbreak more intense than this whole SARS deal. And it doesn't even involve any monkeys!
I bought a CD burner - installed it myself, and now my computer doesn't work.
5-25-03
The Ancient One went on a cruise to Aruba, Mexico, and through the Panama Canal. Somehow every conversation turns into her trip. Damn, she's good. She managed to pick up a cough before she got home and has been spreadin' the SARS real thick. And who knows why she feels the need to inform me that when she coughs she pees a little. Rock n Rye didn't take care of the cough - looks pretty serious. Good thing I have this monkey implanted in my spleen that gives me immunity.
Been laking a little, braving the cold. My cousin came and permanently attached herself to me like a clingy turd - tried to drown me (obviously not a floater), then plopped down right next to me (and then all around me) and inhaled a bag of chips (the little turd eats like a blender with the top off). I feel violated.
5-24-03
So much for a peaceful void-of-adventure summer. I was attacked by a roach. Man, when you get one of those flying freaks airborne at ya...you lose it. Well, I found it after I put my hand in it and felt something crunchy. Then I lost it again. *sniff* Forever...
5-22-03
Summer vacation. Cold. Got an apartment. Went to a graduation. Please turn off your cell phones, beepers, children... Cleaned my room. Collected half of it to sell on ebay. Worked. No money. Spent it anyway.
Guess it's not so eventful. I've been listening to a lot of music...the kind I don't want to like but is just catchy enough to make my playlist when nobody's around.
Other than crashing my star destroyer and killing thousands, I haven't been up to much at all.