I'm not going to San Francisco, but I'm wearing flowers in my hair. 2003-04-28 - 1:53 p.m.
Freaky-ass google of the day: "everlasting lightbulb conspiracy". And I thought I don't get out much. Also, "rescue me from boredom". You're looking in the wrong place, my friend, for I reside here in Boring Shmucktown, USA.
Um, yeah. Did I ever mention that I bought the "Forrest Gump" soundtrack? So I've been here baking toffee bars and dancing to the oldies. Hell yes. So call me Betty Fucking Crocker. Betty Fucking Crocker who has to go to werk tonight. For alas, someone must sell shoes to those women who still sit at home and do nothing other than match shoes to their purses. Stupid.
Um yeah. I'm kicking myself in the ass, right now, so that I might re-apply to the Grad School. God/Buddha/Allah/Mother Nature/Bill Clinton/R2D2/Ben & Jerry bless the internet.
(I need to go find someone to convince to visit me at werk tonight.)