Once again, it is ME who must come to the rescue of you buttfucked bored people. Okay, I take back the buttfucked comment, because Rob is gay and takes offense to that. Also B is a woman and she is insulted by such degrading sexual commentary... unless it deals with pink furry handcuffs...
Anyways. I am bored too, but I have a legit reason. Unlike you well-to-do folk. I am unemployed. I read in the paper that having a nice English name helps. I am even more made at my parents, because the statistic shows the rate is apparently 10-1 that a person with an English/White name will get a response or acceptance. That hurts. I am changing my name to William. Family name on my mom's side.
In other news, I am currently hungry. I want some pizza. The local place I favor has switched on their sausage. It's not those cool sausage lumps, but more like how the sausage is shaped like pepperoni. I don't like that. I mean, now they are only different in color, not shape. It bothers me. I mean it could just be bad pepperoni they're passing on me for all I know. What the hell, it all comes from some dead pig.
It looks like I'll be going back to work for the same slave factory I worked for for the past... ummm.. 3 years. I've written three scripts and am working on a novel, but this is the only place that consistently offers me work, which sucks, because I hate the job. But money is money. Sigh.
I am listening to sappy ballads from the 80's. I feel bad. But it helps the writing process. I bought the best of Foreigner and ZZtop last night. ZZtop was missing TV Dinners. I love that song. Luckily I downloaded it from Napster.
I watch Futurama on Cartoon Network. I haven't farted today. I think that is a good sign. Excused me while I go get some slices of my weird sausage pizza.
