Anyhow, last night I was quite gone, and it seems I held a quite long discussion with Ian, but I don't remember what I said. Upon looking in my ICQ history, I saw that I said (and he told me later) that I wanted to be Tyler Durden, I wanted to see his roomate pee, and that its funny that I still wear a necklace that my highschool girlfriend gave me.

Someone please remind me not to ever go that far into intoxication ever again.

Well, I gotta go hook up the BBQ supplies and pick spiderwoman up (its 500pm and he's already to drunk to drive). See you homo butt-humpers later.

On a side note, I have a job at work now with PHP, so I'll be learning that as the week progresses, eventually (hopefully) I will recreate the entire site in PHP, but for now this is my task: I had to figure out MySQL for the job (which wasn't that hard), and I think I'll be moving the backend over to that, using M.S. Access has just become a joke.

Anyhow, here's your porn!

4-ish. hungry. keep smoking and drinking coffee.

4:30-ish. still hungry. note to self: when you remember to do so, change your slashdot preferences back to whatever the hell they were before you found that three screens worth of first posts and their accompanying responses aren't really all that funny. maybe i'll get donuts later.

5-ish. yeah, there will be donuts. but i should maybe see if anything materialized in the fridge that would have my name on it. psh- nothing. anything in the cupboards i haven't gotten to yet? hmmmmmm... well, it's not very breakfasty, but it's here and i want breakfast so we'll see what can be done.

5:0'later. last time i tried this stuff without the meat it said i had to provide it came out crunchy and bitter. maybe i'll add some sugar to it. and since i'm only doing the rice part and not the meat, i'll only microwave it for half as long.

5:30-ish. um. not really bitter. still crunchier than rice is supposed to be. i'll let this sit awhile and see what's up at the kaliber. (tick-tock) what the fuck bowel of hell sound is that coming from my computer? sounds like the fan is boring into my cpu. oh well.

5:45-ish. still crunchy. maybe it needs the rest of the time in the mic after all. these cardigan essays and what-not are humorous in that smug, artsy, i'm-saying-i'm-not-cool-to-show-how-cool-i-am kind of way. still, i'm smiling as i read 'em.

6-ish. success! damn, i haven't posted anything of meaning to the filth in a good long while. no need to change that trend now i guess.

(maybe i'll see about continuing this in the comments...)

So, to change subjects here, I was reading the paper today, it being filled the with heartfelt tragedy of Ernheardt (sp?) dying in Daytona, with one of the sub-headlines reading 'Fans still grasping for answers." Answers to what? Car+Fast*(OtherCar+Wall)=Dead. No need to get all philisophical about it (sorry bout the crassness, just sick of the media and how they have to sensationalize everything).

Well, that's about enough from me for now, I'll be back tomorrow for another fun filled update (unless Ian beats me to it[which I highly doubt]).

As many of you may have noticed that I got my cam back up, although as we speak, its turned the wrong way. Don't blame me, I had to beat off to my net porn, wasn't going to let all you sicko's in on that sacred ritual.

I've also noticed that not many are voting in the poll; then again, I'm noticing not many people are visiting the site, so I guess those are pretty complimentary.

Well, I showed up kinda late to work, so I have quite a bit of crap to do, not to mention its payday, so I have that added obligation of making it seem like I'm worth a check.

Till then, keep your dicks outta the light socket.