I don't like to write in here without a G2. So I won't. But I'll be more than glad when all the SUVs are made into scrap metal, perhaps even support beams for a school or hospital. In the end, they will yet contribute something helpful and necessary to society. In the end.
- Later -
I did some actual work today. Putting things into the computer's unholy computer brain and talking with people about home appliances is much better than dicking around with frat boys and pussy vegetarian poseurs. If I ever become a vegetarian, it will only be to spite those mother fuckers. I would eat tofu by the pound. Broccoli would be as necessary to me as water; beans, beans, beans. The more protein implemented into my diet, the more rancid my flatulence becomes. The putridity of my bowels could finally knock over the Leaning Tower of Pisa - it would simply faint. We'll see how long the Statue of Liberty lasts with my vegetarian ass around, literally. Bitch wouldn't know what hit her. Anyway, my point is spite. I would fill the Coffeehouse with poison, and I would laugh and laugh. Fuck you hippie ass clowns. Act like you're the dominant species on the planet and stop being your limp conscience's bitch. Pussies.
It is far too late for me to be eating, but it's the only time that's been made for me. Work til seven is kind of a bitch like that. I did talk to Cheri about working earlier. I would even be happy with normally working 9 to 6. Losing a whole day to a required practice that does not further my creative prerogative does not appeal to me 100%, no matter how sweet or necessary the gig filling that time is. By the time I get out of work, get to the gym, have a shower, talk to Christy and eat, it's almost 10 fucking o'clock! Whew! Managing my time accordingly will be a challenge, but I can do it. It is my time after all. And it's one of the only things I have control over.
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