:: The Blurst of Times ::

:: 4.15.2003 ::

Alright, first, before I forget, I just read this blog - it was on the "recent posts" list and it had "Nebraskan" in it, so I thought I would check it out. This kid is a punk fucker. I thought my senior prom went poorly...? This kid's going to be in for a shitty spring by the sound of it. For some reason I am a lot more nostalgic about my high school days, than it seems like he will be. And I couldn't have even told you if anyones breasts were real when I was a sophomore. So everyone who shares a little "Nebraskan" in them should check out this kids site before Saturday. [omitting obvious joke about my old lady here]

But, in the meantime, I seem to be out of the slump a little. A couple late nights at the office seem to have brought me around a little bit - unfortunately, putting design into AutoCAD isn't quite the same as the actual act of designing, but for the moment, it's payin the bills. So thanks to those of you who had suggestions on how to pull my ass off the couch - maybe I'll hit up that coffee shop after all.

Just to let you know that I am doing very well out here and really taking care of myself, I will let you in on my grocery list:

Squirt
Henry Weinhard's Private Reserve Amber Ale
Nestle's Crunch Ice Cream Bars
Applesauce
Doritos
Fritos
Easter Candy (spec. York Peppermint Patties and Whoppers)

And while we're on the topic of food, just so you know Doctor and Ms. Garbo I still have a whole gallon of milk, a whole box of corn puffs cereal, a whole loaf of bread, and four chicken breasts from a month ago that *gasp* never got eaten. Now I have to throw away food and feel like a jackass.

"Somethings keep me goin', but I got no one to blame. Five o'clock is comin', do you feel the same? When the lonely whistle calls out your name..."
:: Freddy F. at 11:45 PM [+] ::