sickbo
*event* this morning i opened up my VISA bill, and it sliced a giant papercut across the top of my thumb. owwww, that's like a double burn. stupid creditors, why does the man have to be so demanding? he takes time out from rolling around in his giant gold iguana cages and shark tanks to hassle me for $. well i just deposited $2 in pennies towards my bill, so take that, excruciatingly high interest rate! i blame MTV for wanting it all and having nothing, like Chingy. i'm still sick, so going and standing in the hour long bank lineup is that much worse. going to...vomit...from aggressive...old person perfume assault... why, why do people insist on smothering themselves in animal musk? when you're 85, you should know better. The axe effect feels like needles are poking my eyes. we're not going to war here, simmer down. lou is really scratching around upstairs, i'd better see what his game is. lately he's found personal joy in tearing apart the garbage bags and spewing their shredded contents everywhere. golden! i could train him to be good, but really that sounds like work. i'd rather keep reversing the roles of master and serf to keep it interesting. by the way, i think that The Simple Life is hilarious. keep up the good work, paris.