Thursday, August 29, 2002

so there you go
I went home from work yesterday and slept. i mean, i SLEPT -- hard and a lot. i got home at about 5:30, read a little Hunter Thompson and by 7pm i was done. i woke up around 11 and said to myself, "screw it, my nights shot." so i slept some more. i woke up at 6:30 this morning feeling rested and refreshed. perhaps i will just strive for 12 hours of sleep every night. that would be rad. maybe i'll just quit my job and become a professional sleeper with my own trading card and bobble head too ... maybe not. that was a gay idea. sorry.

I'm supposed to be re-designing Robert Neubeckers website. (well, parts of it) i have totally been slacking on this and kinda forgot about it ... kinda. it will be done soon i hope. he is really an awesome illustrator and we are doing this thing on a barter kind of deal so, basically, i am going to have some awesome artwork to hang in my house pretty soon. its all about acquiring cool stuff for free. if only i could re-design the rolls royce website. yeah, i've decided my future car of preference is a rolls royce. someone who lives by me has one and its pretty damned sweet. they park it on the street too ... dumb asses.

there is a weird little back and forth going on between jen and nate right now which i feel compelled to interject into. you see, jen has the complete wrong idea of the whole unicorn theory. the unicorn has nothing to do with sex -- it has everything to do with perfection. the unicorn is a mythic beast who is the very apex of perfection yet cannot be attained. you see jen, perfection means EVERYTHING: personality, looks, idiosyncrasies, body language, smell, touch, the words she uses, the way she talks ... everything. of course, in spelling all of this out, i am completely proving the fact that a unicorn can never be attained because as soon as you talk to one, you realize she's just another horse with a horn glued to her head. some things never change.

and why the hell has no one given me any money? you thankless bastards.