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November 16th, 2000 - Too Damn Early

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I begin to wonder why I bother. Bother with what you ask? Everything. Why do I bother to do anything that I do? I don't really want to do any of it. Well, maybe a small fraction of it. Anyway...what was I talking about? How come my attention span seems to be miniscule in the extreme? And how come no one ever answers my questions?!?! Not all of these are rhetorical here people! I could go back to interrupting myself with commercials that don't exist and never have from sponsors who also don't exist...maybe later. Oh yeah, I'm almost up to 300 people here. That's nice, except everyone else I know has lots more than I do. I need to whore my diary some more. I don't know...maybe I keep my dignity and respect this way. I'm not a whore like some people think Kevin Bacon is. Speaking of big whores...you should go visit This guy. He's a big whore...in all his incarnations. When wasn't he a big whore? Ooooooh...I like this song too...that's two in a row. First they played "Under the Bridge" by Red Hot Chili Peppers, and now they're playing "Don't Stop(Thinking about Tomorrow)" by Fleetwood Mac(I think anyway...) Wonder if the third song will be good too? Well, we'll find out in a minute or so, won't we? Ooooooohhh...I just remembered...time to delve into the topics on the message board for inspiration b/c I don't have anything I want to talk about in particular. Feel free to add more topics to the message board for me to rant about...I'd like to hear what pisses people off. The third song on the radio sucked, btw...Genesis or Phil Collins...one or the other...icky.

Ohhhhhh...found one. "Christmas Decorations/Candy/whatever up before Halloween." I don't know if this really ticks me off...except for the fact that stores seem to spend their time in perpetual holiday mode. Right after Halloween, things go up for Thanksgiving and/or Christmas. After Thanksgiving there's more Christmas stuff and New Year's. After New Year's the Valentine's Day stuff appears. After that, the Mardi Gras and Easter stuff pop-up. After Easter, Mother's Day. After Mother's Day, Memorial Day and/or Father's Day. After that, the Fourth of July, after that, Labor Day((a jump, I know, but what the hell is there in August?(nothing. absolutely nothing.)(My point exactly)), and after that it's Columbus Day(not a preferred holiday, and it should be stricken, but that rant's already been done), and then Halloween again. So stores seem to spend their time in perpetual holiday mode. The decorations for various holidays are always there...and stores often just have like a holiday aisle that is filled year-round with crap that stupid twits buy to fill their house and clutter things. I don't see what the point of it all is...except for stores to make money off the gullible and the young(not always terms that mean the same thing).

Oh yeah, to update on that e-mailing those people who host the message board about the URL thing...the stupid twits who apparently don't know anything still haven't sent me a message. Although this person I e-mailed like a week ago finally e-mailed me back yesterday, so maybe they just need more "time." How dare they?!!? They have to answer my questions right away damn them!

Don't you want me baby? Don't you want me Ohhhooohh...Don't you want me baby? Don't you want me...ohhhhhhoooohhhh. Bye, bye miss american pie. Drove my chevy to the levy but the levy was dry. Them good ol' boys were drinking whiskey and rye, singing this'll be the day that I die. Desperado, why don't you come to your senses? you've been out riding fences for sooo long now... Domo Arigato, Mr. Roboto...thank you very much oh Mr. Roboto for helping me escape just when I needed you. Iiiiiiii just want to fly...put your arms around me baby, put your arms around me baby... Close your eyes, give me your hand....do you feel my heart beating? Do you understand? Do you feel the same? Am I only dream-eaming...is this burning an eternal flame? Every morning there's a halo hanging from the corner of my girlfriend's four-post bed. I know it's not mine, but I'll see if I can use it for a weekend or a one-night stand....she always rights the wrong, for me...ba-aaby, she always rights the wrong...for me. She's a good girl, she's crazy about Elvis...there's a free-way, running through the yard...I'm a bad boooy, for breaking her heart. Now I'm Freeeeeee...Freefallin', yeah I'm Freeeeeee...freefallin'. All the vampires, walking through the valley, move west down, Ventura Boulevard.

I'm still wondering if anyone has an alternative to Scandisk...I'd like at least One of my questions to be answered in the affirmative. Heathers is a good movie. I haven't seen that in a long time...I should watch it again. I'm very fond of many movies from the 80s(no, really? they couldn't possibly tell from the name, could they?)...The Breakfast Club rocked! Do you think I've written enough yet? No? Well screw you then! I'm not writing anything more for your little edification just so you can be all happy and read even more words that mean little and say even less(b/c they're on a page, so they don't Say anything...words don't speak). The songs of the day don't count...they were written hours ago.

Song of the Day: "American Pie" by Don Mclean(or however you spell that name. Bonus Song of the Day: "Fly" by Sugar Ray(the title might be wrong...I admit it). And 3rd Song of the Day: "Sweet Home Alabama" by Leonard Skinner(I think?)



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