happy frigging holidays.
I got a notice from the phone company today. enclosed was a little 'holiday greeting.' after glancing at the holiday greeting, I looked at the notice. "please pay us $24.44 by december 25th, or your service will be interrupted." merry fucking christmas to you too, southwestern bell! there's an accountant somewhere who needs to get laid and smoke a bowl or something.
about 2 months ago, I was washing dishes and managed to drop a fork into the 3-inch wide gap between the sink and the refrigerator. I tried to reach down in there to pull it out, but I couldn't get my arm that far back. I thought about it for a while, then decided, "damn, I'm screwed, I'll never get it out." and, it exited from my mind. flash forward to tonight. I was sweeping the kitchen floor, in preparation for mopping it, when it struck me -- long thin things (brooms) can be extended into small places (gap) to extract lost items (fork). after a moment of glee at retreiving the fork, I realized that the fork incident was an argument for self-euthanasia. I'm such a flaming dork sometimes. who am I kidding, all the time.
I did the unthinkable earlier tonight. I 'trimmed the fat' from my mp3 collection. I trimmed about 5gb of fat, to be exact. as much as it hurt to let go, I'm not worried, with about 37gb of meat left.
I got a notice from the phone company today. enclosed was a little 'holiday greeting.' after glancing at the holiday greeting, I looked at the notice. "please pay us $24.44 by december 25th, or your service will be interrupted." merry fucking christmas to you too, southwestern bell! there's an accountant somewhere who needs to get laid and smoke a bowl or something.
about 2 months ago, I was washing dishes and managed to drop a fork into the 3-inch wide gap between the sink and the refrigerator. I tried to reach down in there to pull it out, but I couldn't get my arm that far back. I thought about it for a while, then decided, "damn, I'm screwed, I'll never get it out." and, it exited from my mind. flash forward to tonight. I was sweeping the kitchen floor, in preparation for mopping it, when it struck me -- long thin things (brooms) can be extended into small places (gap) to extract lost items (fork). after a moment of glee at retreiving the fork, I realized that the fork incident was an argument for self-euthanasia. I'm such a flaming dork sometimes. who am I kidding, all the time.
I did the unthinkable earlier tonight. I 'trimmed the fat' from my mp3 collection. I trimmed about 5gb of fat, to be exact. as much as it hurt to let go, I'm not worried, with about 37gb of meat left.