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An ongoing log mainly concerned with the bowel movements of small mammals - or so it seems.
Wednesday, September 27, 2006 Having lots of dreams of being dead again. Wierd ones where it's me but it's not me. I'm dead but I'm not dead. This one involved Osama Bin Ladin taking me for coffee but not really causing my death/non-death. Always seem to interacting with people when me/not me is dead/not dead - you know normal things the undead get up to minus the eating of brains.
Sunday, September 24, 2006 ![]() This wrong on so many levels. It's as wrong as Scrappy-Doo. Bad enough that they make yet another bad incarnation of Scooby and Shaggy but to animate them so horribly - it adds insult to injury. How I miss those crazy teens running aimlessly through haunted mansions. ![]()
Thursday, September 21, 2006 Working on MySpace templates feels like being behind the camera at a porn shoot. I feel all filthy and not in a good perverted way.
Wednesday, September 20, 2006 Wednesday, September 13, 2006 ![]() Robert Tilton. So good to see you're still on TV even if it is in the early hours of the morning. I fear to watch yet I can not turn away. Now if only there was a Box Car Willie commercial in the middle of your telivised plea for cash. The Preacher Gas pieces never fail to entertain me too.
Wednesday, September 06, 2006 ![]() Note meeting notes Scribbling more skulls in meetings. Does this say something about my current mental health?
The ongoing fun with Revenue Canada takes another strange twist. I arrive home to find a check for $450 from the bastards only there's no reciept or document attached explaining what it's for . Not that I'm complaining about getting money from them - any money. But if it's for their mistake on my 2002 tax re-assessement they're still $2500 short of what my accountant says and I want to see how the retards calculated it this time round so I can have the accountant have another go at them. I want all my money back not just a small amount. It almost feels like a lame attempt at hush money.
Friday, September 01, 2006 After a brutal week of work and no let up in sight, I'm looking for a special place to unwind. But not just any place. I need a place where I can get the combined learning experience of makeup application/skin care, enhanced prayer life/Bible study, and talent development. Not to mention a little abstinence/STD education thrown in (damn these hairy palms). And I think Michaela's Place is just the place. Maybe I'll pick up a Purity Ring while I'm there - nothing says purity more than authentic Cubic Zirconia.
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