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Thursday, March 22, 2001

Why is it the earlier I wake up, the later I am?
What happened to Spring Break? I mean, I don't go to school currently, but isn't there supposed to be some week in here somewhere when the freeways aren't clogged and it won't take me a half an hour to forty-five minutes to drive seven miles on an interstate?
The sound you now hear is the sound of my world crashing down around me. Can't wait until tomorrow....let the fun commence!
Ignorance breeds Anger. Anger leads to Hate. Hate leads to suffering. ....Whoops....lapsed into Yoda there for a second.

I really do think ignorance breeds anger though. Today, in an excerpt from "How NOT to upgrade your Computer", a customer came in all bent out of shape because we didn't warn him that the new motherboard he purchased, now get this... "wasn't a standard size." Um...hate to tell you this sir, but all motherboards come in standard sizes. You just have an ANCIENT 486 AT system and case that you wanted to put an ATX Pentium III motherboard and processor into. Ain't gonna happen. There I feel better now.... ....moron.
I don't update this thing as much as I would like. Dammit. :(
In the Closet Boy
"Did I mention this was a rant? Sense really has no place in it"
-Buffy

Wednesday, March 21, 2001

Found on another bloggger's site. You can visit him at In the Closet Boy

To Santa Claus and Little Sisters...
Author unknown

Once... he wrote a poem.
And he called it "Chops"
Because that was the name of
his dog, and that's what it was all about.
And the teacher gave him an "A"
And a gold star
And his mother hung it on the
kitchen door and read it to all his aunts...

Once... he wrote another poem.
And he called it "Question Mark Innocence,"
Because that was the name of
his grief and that's what it was all about.
And the professor gave him an "A"
And a strange and steady look.
And his mother never hung it
on the kitchen door, because he never let her see it...

Once, at 3 a.m.... he tried another poem...
And he called it absolutely nothing
because that's what it was all about.
And he gave himself an "A"
And a slash on each damp wrist,
And he hung it on the bathroom door
because he couldn't reach the kitchen.


From JAG: Wow.