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| GROSSLY INSUFFICIENT |  | Category: Personal
Friday, February 28th, 2003 @ 10:46 am
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 Obligitory apology for lack of posting. Stop.
Well, things could be better in my neck of the omniverse these past few days. Seems that I overspent myself as of late, and my bank was more than happy to thank me by taking a big, wet $150 bite out of my already insufficiently funded ass. So of course, this is money that will be magically deducted out of my paycheck once it goes through. So, I'm expecting some finicial acrobatics in the coming days, seeming as after I pay rent I have a hard time imagining how to sustain myself on the negative four dollars I will have left. Oh well, hope the landlady doesn't mind waiting two more weeks for rent!
I have to shaft the rent payment, seeming as I have things to do and spirits to imbibe this weekend. After my life-long tenure in New Orleans, I will be attending my first "Balcony Party" at a ritzy hotel on Bourbon St. For those of you wondering, these are pretty much the parties you see going on above Bourbon Street in that emmy award winning documentary series "Girls Gone Wild" and the such. Truly not my scene, but hell, a law firm is throwing it, and through my seedy underworld connections, I got a nod -- so by God, I will go, and I will drink.
Also, Tony, a friend of John's will be in town, and present at said party, so I'll get to see him there too. Not like I've met him more times than I have fingers on one hand, but from what I remember he's a pretty cool guy. That and the way John talks about people he knows, I almost feel a bond with his redneck, amputee father, whom I've never met.
Well, that's pretty much it for now, and remember, it's tricky to rock a rhyme, to rock a rhyme that's right on time. It's tricky.
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| HAPPY SEX/DIAMONDS/CHOCOLATE DAY! | | Category: Personal
Friday, February 14th, 2003 @ 05:00 pm
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 Well, that magical day, that me and mine ignore for the most part, is here upon us again. Ah, behold Valentines day. Now, don't mistake apathy for disgust. You won't hear some commie rant from me about globalization and the creeping western influence across the world. What the shit do I care whether or not someone does or doesn't want a McWhatthefuck Burger. Apparently somebody was buying them, I doubt companies factor American hegemony into their bottom lines when deciding where their company stands in the 'Global Market'..
Eeek, lemme stop that in its tracks. Anywho, I've never really gotten into the whole Valentines day shindig, I suppose its just never really struck me as anything special. Sure, I'll take my girlfriend out for a nice dinner and climb into bed that night, furtively hoping that anal sex is somewhere in the itinerary -- but that's about it. Sometimes I get lucky and she wants to be on the receiving end of it, but that's usually pushing it a bit far.
So, anyone got any gushy gushy plans?
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