smith

So it looks as though the hoopla concerning my company's <sarcasm>questionable</sarcasm>agreement with SCO has turned up in SG, as I just saw a news headline about it.

Any opinions, actions, or views expressed by the company in question do not reflect upon the views of Smith, his affiliates, parents, siblings, spinoffs, knockoffs, doppelgangers, or close proximity friends.

P.S. copyleft represent.

Now that's over with, I met a girl with loads of self-confidence last night who was very sweet and smelled phenomenal and made me think she was Israeli (which she is not, although there's bound to be some of that in her bloodline somewhere). Strange night, though, filled with people doing lines of coke, cops, 3AM chicken sandwiches, and lots of decent conversation.

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Consistently timid women who lack any self-confidence are utterly worthless. There's a time and a place to be timid and shy and harbour doubt, but no. Fuck that. INEXCUSABLE. Tired of it. Humans in general need to sprout a sac.

It's 5:17 AM, according to my computer. I should have been in bed hours ago; instead, I am awake after taking a new friend to get her lip pierced at 2:30 AM, followed by the drugstore for ointments and whatnot for said piercing, followed by milkshakes and french fries dipped in milkshakes and good conversation, all interspersed with moments of awkwardness.

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OH, THE IMPLICATIONS.

Humour in its finest hour.

BEST SHORTY STORY EVER PUT TO TEXT IN ANY FORMAT IN THE RECORDED HISTORY OF MANKIND.

Illuminated manuscripts, eat your heart out.

http://www.swingmachine.org/issue2/wiener.htm

I love my friends. I really do.

My birthday celebration went quite well. It's 2:11 AM. I have to work in five hours. I am currently drunker than piss, and my friend Jodie put in a good word for me with a girl I had commented on almost four weeks prior to this day that led to conversation and me getting her number.

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Even moreso than ever I question why I even bother.

Tomorrow's my birthday. If you live in the Houston area, you are more than welcome to come out and help me drink myself into oblivion at Slider's sometime in the later evening.

If you have not seen "Lost in Translation," you need to. NOW. That means RIGHT NOW. Do not dilly. Do not dally.

It is, by far, the finest movie I have seen in the past three years. Absolutely stunning.