Crack anyone? Bueller? Bueller? Bueller? 2002-12-05 - 9:12 p.m.
Who'd have thought the world would have come to this? Really now. A movie about marching band? Now I'm about the world's biggest ex-band geek you'll ever find, but still. What the fuck? I am nonetheless intrigued.
Anyway, interesting google search for the day: "a punch to the stomach hurts". Who's more messed up- the person searching for that or me for writing something along those lines?
Cheesy taco pizza rolls are not as good as regular pizza rolls. Especially when somehow the goop from inside ends up all over your monitor. Seriously. What is the world coming to these days? Movies about marching band? Punches to the stomach? Cheesy taco pizza rolls? Madness I say.
I am in a very strange mood. Sometimes I really feel like I should start smoking crack. Or at least get very very drunk. But I have no desire to do either of those things. I kind of wish I had cause to wear my little black dress. But I certainly don't have any reason to. And it is also quite cold outside.
In short, these are confusing times. I will hand in my two weeks notice tomorrow. That will at least be something. I'll work for two more weeks. Then Christmas. Then God knows what. Really. I might think "Oh well, here goes another eight months of my life down the crapper." But at this point, all I can say is "I don't give a good goddamn." Basically, whatever. I think I'll do the world a favor and shut up now, at least. There was a slightly more useful entry before this, if it matters. Goodnight.