hear me now, believe me later: having a computer in the house is pure evil. EVIL. i use to have one and it would just lear at me when i got home. sitting in my small ass one bedroom apartment. taking up 20% of the total floor space. reminding me there was always more work that needed to be done.
if you ask me, and i know you are!, you should take some "me" time and huck that thing from a very tall building...and then go 'office space' on it afterwards (damn it feels good to be gangsta) i'd be more than happy to help!
speaking of distruction, you boys should call me later this weekend. <3

[Edited on Nov 30, 2005 4:32PM]

On the bright side... if your head does split open like a casaba mellon... your brain is prolly nice and fermented so could make for some good alchaholism. Or not... ya know... whatever.

BTW, I've been giving serious thought to burning ASU down in a "I believe you took my stapler" kinda way again. Have you decided to join me on this one yet??

Cool how I feel like most of the situations I find myself in seem like tests. I fuckin know exactly what you're talkin about and it sucks so bad.

win is more than partially psychotic. more shit went down lately. weirdness. if she asks, i'm out of town now. lol.

my last entry, as with all of them, was meant to be ambiguous...at best
if you were a cat, you'd live in my purple sofa, eating over priced cat food and be chillin on a balacany.