Journal of a Cynic

the flux capacitor is failing

05-04-00

Let's sing it all together now: Betsy's job sucks, Betsy's job sucks, and she's a looooo-zerrrrr....

Just getting that out of the way. Wouldn't be an entry if I didn't bitch about work, and I'm sure you don't want to hear more coccidia stories, or all about the cat with the broken jaw.

I might be buying my domain soon. Like, really soon, like, this week. Maybe. Keep an eye on my front page, 'cause this whole show could poof! disappear and you'd be left out in the cold with no cynic to make you hot-hottie-hot. (Huh huh, feeling weird? I swear I'm not smoking pot, really, it's lack of sleep. Really.) I'm planning to leave a link or two behind so everybody can follow me, but it won't be up forever. Nothing lasts forever, especially my pages on angelfucky when angelfucky adds those freaking pop-up windows.

I left geofucky for you, angelfucky, so what makes you think I won't leave you?

Ya can't trust anybody out there. Gotta do it all yourself, that's right. Get away from me, angelfucky, you whore, or I smack ya silly.

Hey, I'm going to Music Midtown in Atlanta this weekend. John's all pumped about it, but I'm stressing because I have to feed the dogs early, then drive to Atlanta and meet John up there and pray all night long that the dogs don't make a big mess for me to clean up on Sunday. And I have to drive there and back by myself, since John has a gig in Marietta. Doing the two hour drive into downtown all alone doesn't make for a happening road trip. I'm worried about logistics and dogshit while John's biggest problem is that the Guster show and the Bela Fleck show overlap in different venues.

My eyes, they are closing. Must sleep.

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