solisis

that picture gives me nightmares. it reminds me of an episode of 'sliders' i saw that scared me.

i LOVE your doll. she's so beautiful

i TOLD you the pic is scary

I attempted to remind you of your exsistance around 2am. No answer. So a while afterward i attempted to pretend i was human and go to sleep. Here i am less than 3 hours later. Awake and annoyed.

i might have had the headphones on. in hysteria i sat hours passing, playing the broken game to the point of madness. i assumed i would see the little red light on the phone blink but i didn't. and hours later i tried to fall asleep, eventually resulting in my awakening at 11 am by a coworker. i guess i was successful. last night by about 2am i was sneaking around the pitch black office with my child, pretending the enemy drew closer with every corner. i took note of shadows and such so as to predict how i would die in the situation if -I- were the enemy. i also researched the fields in N.Cal. there are a few and it seems promising. we will be entertained sufficiently.

isn't it (office space) genius, though? i think EVERYONE who has ever had that type of office job (or restaurant job, for that matter! mike judge does a pretty good job of portraying the misery of that, as well!) should see that movie. i love the soundtrack, too, and the way it's used so hiliariously in the movie (like the scene where they kidnap and execute the printer).

shit- i'm gonna go watch that tape again! i need another fix 'til they show it on comedy central again

Such words draw me to envy. I fall short in finding that level of inspiration in another. The years of human travesty and deception has left my romanticism waning.

PS Thanks for compliment as of late. Too many focus on the grammatics more than the thoughts those words portay.

email. important.

i am laughing.
can u guess why?

whoawhoawhoawhoaWOAH!!! wait a minute!! *I* know who Wesley Willis is!!! i'd better go let L know, but i've been meaning to mention to you that Wesley Willis rules.

it is a savage, ruthless place full of low-bandwidth, earth.

Kafka WISHED he could write like that. Very cool stuff, solisis.

i've mentioned you in my journal again, and the shrine is still there. does this mean i'm going to have to pay cypher royalties now?

of course Cypher has immunity so he can say anything he wishes in my journal. *snick* correct, buddy?

by the way, under 'favorite book,' i had intended to write, "Solisis' 'How To Rock Out With Your Cock Out' series of self-help books," but my preferences wouldn't let me. i hope that doesn't mean i can no longer list an infinite number of favorite books! oh, noooooooo!!

your shrine is complete...

and, thank you again for your comments. i was always under the impression that you didn't like me! not that you HATED me or anything, but...oh, nevermind! i'm just silly. although, you may be a little scared of me now after you stop by the shrine...

silly goose! the non-rockin' years are the ones before i came into your life, of course!

i, too, must wink...

Ah, the joys of working with a team. I am very sorry to hear you are still in Tucson struggling with life. I admire your efforts and I wish for your swift return daily. If I can't be in SF, someone worthy shall have to be there for me. That's where you come in.

no problem agent s-99. I'm stupidly busy and moment by moment watching my desire to live plummit to the core of this evil planet. it never ends.

please don't give up, mrSolisis. we are not unlike superheroes, you and i. we must be ever vigilant in our respective quests.
if i should move there, we will be such great girlfriends. we will shop and buy cute clothes and giggle and talk about cute boys. hee hee.
or we will plot our usurping of the planet....
either one is fine.

Gosh, Stephanie sure loves you. I have never seen a kid so happy. It must be nice knowing how much you have done for her. You are probably her idol. That's precious.

maybe at one point. i haven't seen her in about 2 years. the one who looked up to me most was this boy joel. we played quite often. I would drive him around and let him hit the nitrous button in my car. funny kid. I believe he moved to salt lake city.

...could this mean --gasp!-- you're on your way home?!? *crosses fingers*

that's a damned good question.
where ARE you?