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Tuesday:

I find myself sometimes arguing with one person about nothing really in particular in
some strange defense of a third person. In this scenario, I seem to actually agree
with the person I am arguing with, but I still find it necessary to try to defend that
third person. It sort of creates a lot of strife in areas where it doesn’t need to be.
Fortunately, we all seem to be pretty mellow people and no bridges gut burnt.
Lucky us.


Hey. In commemoration of our wonderful, amazing president, I have started a new
section of this wonderful, amazing website. It’s called
Special Sauce. Check it Out!
(if you haven’t already).

Sunday/Monday:

Something else about not leaving the house is that you’re stuck having to deal with eating
either the random stuff you might be able to find in your kitchen, or the food from
the same restaurants that are in your area that you tend to frequent. I guess that
happens at work, too, though. But for some reason, I eat worse when I’m at home.
I don’t know what it is. I just know that I end up eating a lot of fast food
interspered with some semi-healthy semi-fast food. Maybe it’s because I live near a
college and that’s just what there is to pick from. I dunno. Maybe I should start
putting more time into becoming a better cook. That might be useful.

Hey. In commemoration of our wonderful, amazing president, I have started a new
section of this wonderful, amazing website. It’s called
Special Sauce. Check it Out!
(if you haven’t already).

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Sunday/Monday:

Well, something good about staying at home instead of going out on the weekends
(once in awhile) is that you can end up getting a lot of stuff done without even
realizing it. You’ll just be stepping around in your room listening to some tunes
on the radio or something, and before you know it, you’ll be picking up some random
extra papers, straightening up your shelves a bit, and just sort of generally cleaning up.
Then, you can do that for 5 or 15 minutes and then stop and sit at your computer and
send a couple of emails (perhaps apologizing to people for not making it to their
parties), and then you can get distracted and go watch a bit of an episode of South Park
in the living room for 10 minutes, and the before you know it you’ll be cleaning up
your room some more.

Also, I started a bit of a new section. It’s not going to be updated daily, but the
thoughts there are a little more thought out, if you know what I’m saying. It’s called
Special Sauce and it’s the secret ingredient you’ve all
been waiting for. Check it Out!

Saturday Evening:

I got some new music in the mail yesterday. It was expected, but I had no idea what it
would be. It turned out to be two CD’s from bands I had never heard of. I like both of
them, though I haven’t had much opportunity to really get into them. They are both
sort of experimental rock in a somewhat Sonic Youthy sort of vibe. I like that vibe, and
I don’t have enough of it in my music collection.

Whenever I get some new music that’s really radically different than what I have
been listening to, it inspires me to write new things and make new things and
think new things and just do new things in general. It inspires me to live.

I have been inspired. Thanks, lady.

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Saturday Evening:

Trying to think of a new bad thing to say about the world every day makes me think in
interesting new directions. I could whimper and whine about that last random person
on the freeway who irritated me by driving by some different rules that
I don’t follow. I could
go on and on about this or that facet of society, but all of that has been overplayed
anyway. So I strive to actually come up with something insightful. I try not to
fail you, my adoring reading public (how ever few of you there might be).

But sometimes I do, and doesn’t that just suck?

Friday:

Today, I was woken up early by the phone ringing. That’s normally sort of a bad thing,
but today it was ok. I’ve been sleeping a lot lately, and I was ready to get up.
I got up at about 7:30 am. That’s pretty frickin’ early, but now I’ve been
up for awhile, and I’ve already done some stuff today, and the sun is out,
it’s not super hot (thank you lord), and the birds are chirping. There’s a nice, gentle
breeze coming in through the window and circling around my bare belly and underarms.
All in all, I’m in a good mood. The only real problem is my hunger aching in my stomach
trying to force me to put off my idallas.com entry for another few moments. Never!
You come first, and that’s that!

Oh yeah. I put up a banner ad to help
increase my traffic flow a bit. That’s always fun.
I’ll be debuting a new section today, too! Super fun all around. Super Super.

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Friday:

Since I left college and starting working in the real world (more and less fun than
you might think at the same time), my spare thoughts have been increasingly devoted
toward establishing a physical sort of link with members of the opposite sex (hooking up,
as some people might say). I’ve been trying to figure out if maybe it might actually
be fun to just randomly hook up with never another word. I’ve also been trying
to figure out what’s so special about these so-called “hotties” or “babes”. Are they
really all they’re cracked up to be? What if they are and I’m missing out on the
experience of a lifetime?

Anyway, I find myself annoyed by all the steps that people seem willing to go through to
get to know people they don’t already know. People are willing to go through this
elaborate
process of first meeting, then doing some preliminary interacting (unfortunately not
generally involving hooking up), and then setting up a meeting that follows a
predefined sort of pattern (this meeting is usually called a date), and then on and on.
It also seems so ridiculous sometimes. Why can’t two people just see each other
on the street, go to some random nearby hut and proceed to hook up? You’ll probably learn
a lot of the really important stuff during that first hooking up section. I’m not
advocating random sex. I’m just suggesting that people should make out a little before
they even think about going out on a first date.

People could just see each other on the street, stare for a moment, and then both say,
“Wanna go hook up?” That would be dope.

Thursday:

After complaining about the weather for so long (that’s something that it’s ok
to complain about because there’s not really anything anyone can do about it
and it does make everyone feel better to hear constant complaints everywhere
they go), it’s finally broken and gotten to be really nice. Last Friday, the
heat broke, and it’s been really nice ever since. The sun has been out, and there’s been
a nice breeze. It’s been warm enough to warrant the use of a fan still, but it’s been
cool enough to warrant a small blanket at night. Finally.

Now I can whip out my slip and slide and start inviting the teenage girls from
the neighborhood over for a BBQ. yeah.

BTW, we have a brand-new super-cool location for
Midnite Bombers
coming up this Friday. It’s gonna be super-cool. Anyone in the LA area should come
check it out.

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Thursday:

Something that really irks me is when people sit around (or stand around, or
hop on one leg, or whatever) and complain about everything all the time
without ever giving a moment’s thought to trying to actually doing something.
So many people I know (shall I say most) never really attempt to do anything that
hasn’t been pre-planned out for them. I know this is an old complaint, and
I know that I’m just as guilty as this as anyone else, but it still sucks.

It’s ok to sit on your ass and be a tumor on the ass of society. That’s fine and
cool, but don’t get in the way and annoy everyone with your whiney-ass complaints, too.

Get a frickin life, or go
vote or something.

geez

Wednesday:

That movie (Good Will Hunting) does make me think, though. The rest of my house
seemed to appreciate it, too. It gets a bit sappy at points, and everyone let it
play on through without making goofy comments. It makes me think about the concept
of soul mates. Robin Williams talks about that a few times. On one hand, it makes me
a little sad when I think that I don’t really have anybody I would call a soul mate.
On the other hand, though, it sort of motivates me to look for such a person. It gives
me hope that relationships like that are possible. I don’t know if they really are or
not, but it’s more fun to think that they are so that’s what I’m going to do.