2003-11-20 - 3:20 p.m.

IT'S A COMMIN'!

Ehehehe...I suppose I should describe this before I leave...

My legs won't stay still. They're bouncing all on their own. I cannot physically stop them, shy of walking. My chest and guts feels like they're hugging my spine and my spine feels very edgy. It wants to leave soon.

I just walked out from my orifice and yelled, "IT'S A COMMIN'!" then gave everyone a big double thumbs-up and re-entered my cave, slamming door.

The leather feels scratchy. I must go home now.

0 of you fuckers have been accounted for.

old shit. - newer shit.

2003-11-20 - 1:48 p.m.

'Shroom Smackers!

Got back from lunch and found a handful of Xmas Hershey's Kisses on my desk. Unsettled by such a violently ill omen, I made chocolate filled 'shroom Smackers and ate several. I'll be leaving early today...

...but how long can I stay in my office all high 'n shit? There's the rub, like an itchy brain, it is.

0 of you fuckers have been accounted for.

old shit. - newer shit.

2003-11-20 - 9:36 a.m.

Damned Bitches.

My Woman's off to Toronto then New York for a few weeks. God...the trouble I can get into...

Today it seemes like the first time in weeks I'd seen a baby's breath blue morning sky. It's only been since the weekend, of course, but if it rains a lot where you live, you'll know what the fuck I mean.

Did I mention the Boss only buys Starbucks coffee for us Pleebs? He's a perty straight up guy. A "suit," albeit reluctantly.

Aw fuck it. I'm just pussy-farting around this...

...I BUCKLED. I COULDN'T FUCKING TAKE THE TENSION ANYMORE. I GONE WENT AND SAID I WAS FUCKING SORRY TO MY THIN-HIDED AND WEAK UNDERLING. She seemed relieved, for some reason.

Truth be told, the water-works is my Kryptonite. That and I needed PEACE, not static.

Damn your sensitive and smooth Bitch Girl emotions that make Vulcan motherfuckers like me buckle and break with the weight of a genuine tear. Damn each and every last fucking one of you.

0 of you fuckers have been accounted for.

old shit. - newer shit.