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Apr. 23rd, 2001 07:58 amI'm at work again after my five day weekend. Yay. Yawn.
The barking of my neighbor's dog(?!?!?!) wasn't very conducive to sleep prior to work. Why the hell my neighbor has a large dog in his apartment is beyond my grasp of reason, but I had to get up and walk next door sleepy-eyed and wearing nothing but shorts to politely ask that they shut the thing up. They had it tied up with a three foot leash on their patio...it stopped barking when I walked over to it. I would bark too if my moronic owner put a three foot radius on my world. My neighbor's girlfriend came out (maybe to see why it WASN'T barking) and apologized after I asked her nicely to make it stop while probably giving her an eat shit and die stare. As I walked back through my own patio door I heard it yelp. BAD. Bad DOG!!??!?! No...BAD morons...BAD. When I am king, (at least) three moron removal permits will be distributed to citizens who can fulfill prerequisites that are indicative of responsible use. I would have probably used one then. If it persists, I'll ask them nicely once more and then call my landlord...that is, if his other neighbor doesn't incorporate my moron removal system prior to my crowning. Just the fact that my dog-owning neighbor sports a fashionably-aware mullet is enough to make one consider how the wonderful world may only be imagined by an exctinction of the stupidity that is abound and too familiar.
I go to work to pay for my truck to drive to work so I can pay for my truck to drive to work so I can pay for my truck to drive to work so I can pay my insurance so I can drive my truck to get to work to pay my insurance so I can drive to work to pay for my truck that takes me to work so I can pay for this damn tiresome vicious circle. Where does absolution from our sins of emission lie? I got a letter from my insurance company on Friday stating that although I have been a valued State Farm Insurance Company customer, regretfully they must cancel my policy as of June due to my two accidents within the past year. *applause*...*canned laughter* In over eight years of driving I have had TWO claims. *roll credits*
I'm selling my truck and buying something with a lower premium...something that I can pay off and carry a liability policy on instead of full-coverage due to a bank loan. I could care less about my truck and though dependability is a concern I'm not too worried about appearance...I don't need a brand new truck or any other frivolously calculated statements of self-worth, but shit like this is disheartening.
I forgot to reboot our groupwise mail servers. FuCola. I didn't forget, I just lost track of what time it was and missed the window of opportunity. ...a testimonial to my ever fading sense of chronometrical awareness.
My last wisdom tooth is cutting through. It's not too bothersome...yet.
Contrary to how my post may appear, I'm in a decent mood. I have a lot on my mind.......
The barking of my neighbor's dog(?!?!?!) wasn't very conducive to sleep prior to work. Why the hell my neighbor has a large dog in his apartment is beyond my grasp of reason, but I had to get up and walk next door sleepy-eyed and wearing nothing but shorts to politely ask that they shut the thing up. They had it tied up with a three foot leash on their patio...it stopped barking when I walked over to it. I would bark too if my moronic owner put a three foot radius on my world. My neighbor's girlfriend came out (maybe to see why it WASN'T barking) and apologized after I asked her nicely to make it stop while probably giving her an eat shit and die stare. As I walked back through my own patio door I heard it yelp. BAD. Bad DOG!!??!?! No...BAD morons...BAD. When I am king, (at least) three moron removal permits will be distributed to citizens who can fulfill prerequisites that are indicative of responsible use. I would have probably used one then. If it persists, I'll ask them nicely once more and then call my landlord...that is, if his other neighbor doesn't incorporate my moron removal system prior to my crowning. Just the fact that my dog-owning neighbor sports a fashionably-aware mullet is enough to make one consider how the wonderful world may only be imagined by an exctinction of the stupidity that is abound and too familiar.
I go to work to pay for my truck to drive to work so I can pay for my truck to drive to work so I can pay for my truck to drive to work so I can pay my insurance so I can drive my truck to get to work to pay my insurance so I can drive to work to pay for my truck that takes me to work so I can pay for this damn tiresome vicious circle. Where does absolution from our sins of emission lie? I got a letter from my insurance company on Friday stating that although I have been a valued State Farm Insurance Company customer, regretfully they must cancel my policy as of June due to my two accidents within the past year. *applause*...*canned laughter* In over eight years of driving I have had TWO claims. *roll credits*
I'm selling my truck and buying something with a lower premium...something that I can pay off and carry a liability policy on instead of full-coverage due to a bank loan. I could care less about my truck and though dependability is a concern I'm not too worried about appearance...I don't need a brand new truck or any other frivolously calculated statements of self-worth, but shit like this is disheartening.
I forgot to reboot our groupwise mail servers. FuCola. I didn't forget, I just lost track of what time it was and missed the window of opportunity. ...a testimonial to my ever fading sense of chronometrical awareness.
My last wisdom tooth is cutting through. It's not too bothersome...yet.
Contrary to how my post may appear, I'm in a decent mood. I have a lot on my mind.......
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Date: 2001-04-23 05:49 pm (UTC)You're gonna die,
Fuck the world
Lets all get high.
Just some words of wisdom from one of my friends that just kind of stuck with me over the years. Not that you need it since you did say that you were in a decent mood. *Smile*