anonymouse

I have jury duty tomorrow. It's not the federal court, so even I do get selected -- well, I hope it doesn't last long. Blah. I put off the summons twice because I had school. Boo.

My summons number is 42. Dude. Does that mean I'll learn the meaning of life when I arrive at the court house at... EIGHT AM? Oh my god. That's not right, y'all.

I will give my standard psychobabble speech. I don't believe eye witness accounts are credible, bling blang blooey, I think the justice system needs a major overhaul, flim flam flooey, et cetera. I would not mind fulfilling my civil duty, but they treat jurors like prisoners. I can't be locked inside a room. No.

Oh, hi. This is my new username. I'm hiding out from... spies? Spies. I do believe someone is account-sharing. SHOOT TO KILL.

Oh my god. Did anyone see Da Ali G Show tonight? I love Bruno, the eurogay character, about a million times more. The owner of Nerve Lounge looks like such a dicksmack now.

Nerve asshole: "I think the future of music is house."
Bruno: "Do you think WWII would've happened if they had house music in the '30s?"
Nerve asshole: "Probably not."
Bruno: "I know, riiight. Pop music went on the rise as the Apartheid went down. Do you think that's a coincidence."
Nerve asshole: "No, it's not a coincidence. Music makes people happy."

HOUSE MUSIC MAKES ME KILL. ANONYMOUSE ANGRY. BURN THINGS. ANONYMOUSE SMASH!

Woah. Sorry about that. So, yes. Tomorrow I have jury duty with summons number 42, and Douglas Adams will visit me from beyond the grave and give me some sound advice for how to get out of jury duty.

I have to go to bed now. I have to rise and shine at 6 am in order to get to Downtown Miami on time. Boo.