Monday, June 24, 2002

i'm a slob
dude, my office is so freaking dirty right now. i don't know how this happened. there are various cans of various beverages everywhere, random pieces of paper with illegible notes scribbled on them that at one time made sense and had something to do with a job i was supposed to be doing. there are blank cds everywhere, not to mention the other cd's with differing amounts of information burned on them ... pens, pens, pens ... where did all these t-shirts come from? what filthy swine has been giving me t-shirts? oh look there's my mariners schedule. i hate the mariners. what freaking city builds a stadium RIGHT DOWNTOWN? this city has enough freaking traffic problems already without having some stupid sports team screwing it up even worse for those of us with real lives that don't involve vicariously living through a bunch of grown men playing a game that was invented for children. yeah. seriously, if you have season tickets to the mariners, you're freaking blowing it. you could be doing any number of better things with your time. when armageddon comes, the mariners aren't going to matter much and i am going to be kicking it hardcore in my fallout shelter 20 floors below sea level laughing at you via one of my many monitors connected to my surface surveillance cameras.

pretty girls make graves is a good band.