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Must-See Website Day… Every once in awhile I see a website that makes me rethink
what I’m doing on the web. I usually end up copying its style for a few months afterward
until I regain my senses. Every Monday morning, I’m going to suggest a web site
I think is way cool.

Nerve Magazine has recently been getting
a lot of press for their online erotica-focused magazine. Many people mistakenly
identify it as pornography. The primary focus of the site is sexuality, as opposed
to just plain sex. It’s fun for the whole family… well, it’s fun for him and for
her anyway. Check it out.

Traffic, possible criminal with moustache.

Why can’t everyone just drive and watch the news later?

Why does my life have to be made miserable just because yours lacks meaning and
direction.

What makes you so important?

He probably wasn’t even a criminal.

I heart cops. (See blessing.)

Walking to some national submarine sandwich chain store yesterday, we passed by a couple
of homeless guys. They asked us for money. I replied with my usual, “Sorry, dude.”
and the guy started getting a bit belligerent. He’s one of those “I know you have some
money… C’mon, man, just one quarter” type of guys.

“Sorry.”

“Well, buy me some food, then.”

geez

Do I owe you something? I am sorry you’re in a bad spot, but things aren’t all peachy
keen from my end, either. I don’t see you leading a very hectic life. I think you
probably have enough spare time to … oh, I dunno, attempt to get a job.
I know the homeless problem is not that simple, but I just can’t stand those people
that just give up. If you don’t try to help yourself, I sure as hell am not going
to try to help you.

lame-asses.

The other day I was driving around, laughing with some friends, and singing
songs of the road and having a grand old time when something happened that
fucked the whole thing up. We had stopped at a light, and I took the opportunity
to sing a quick solo. The light turned and I, in my deep state of passion,
didn’t notice for something like, oh I don’t know… 3/4 of a second, and the
king moron behind me honked. I’m not talking about some little squeak of a honk
saying a clearly polite “Hey golden-tonsils, get your butt in gear.” No.
This was a 100% “Move it, asshole!”.

Geez, get a frickin’ life, loser.

Anywayz.

I love those times when you are hanging out with somebody and you don’t have to worry
about what you say or how you say it or what you do or how you
do it or how you smell or what you smell and its not hard to think of things to say, and
in fact its hard to stop thinking of things to say, and before you know it the day
has mostly passed and you realize you’re really hungry, and then you don’t have to
spend too much time trying to think of a place to go because you already know
what you both like.

Is it just me?