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Friday After a horrible day yesterday, which left a strife knot in my stomach, here I am again at the begining of another weekend. I can't really say with any truism that it's differnt than any other day for me since I'm still unemployed, but there is work on the horizon, and I aim to set that in motion this weekend by joining the jet set trash of the digital age by actually returning to the world of telephones.

Mental note: Got to get Peaches tickets, I've a bad feeling they've allready sold out, but since I'm sans car... ah well. Cest...

After the sound of screeching tyres and the smell of burning flesh dissipated last eve, I began to think about the utter uselessness of the Guiness Book of World Records.

I remember being fascinated by this thing as a kid, what with the goiters, and that guy with all the cigarettes in his mouth, and the 'bee-beard', and the long fingernails, and those two Jumbo guys on motercycles, et al... But now, it seems that if MOBY is in the thing, it makes me reflect on the rest of everyone else in there.

I mean, is it any claim to fame to have the worlds largest goiter? That's kind of sad... Most of these people are long gone, and probably aren't reading my journal so, I'm sure I wont offend, and Moby's probably doing another episode of "Cribs" so I'm safe there.

But who picks these winners? I haven't read that book in ages, are they still making it? Does it make any sense? New records like Most time listening to a tape loop of Erkel saying "Did I do that?" before drowning yourself in your own toilet. Come on... Greatest number of live albums compared to actual studio albums, the winner, that assclown Dave Mathews.

So, please, I challenge you, do anything, most number of nails swallowed in 15 minutes, most Muratic acid drank in one sitting. Oh yes, and I should tell you why Moby is in thee o'le Guiness, song with the highest bpm. WTF?? Seriously. What an acolade, the song is called 1000 or something, it's on the back of thee famous "Go" ep, somewhere in my house, and it's completely unlistenable... And this is comming from a guy who can listen to the sound of whitenoise and feedback with someone screaming incoherantly over the top of it.

Oh well, Dif Strokes, Dif Folx. I guess? he;lp.

Current mood: Most Dazed & Confused (A Winner is Me!)
Current Undies: Sans
Current Song: Leonard Cohen - Magic Blue Raincoat.

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