What a fucking waste of space....
So here i am making my, what, sixth entry since i've started this thing. Strangly I felt like I had all kinds of things to talk about when I decided I wanted a journal, but now I can never think of anything to say. Hmmmm....I could talk about Bush or my buddy John Ashcroft (God I fuckin' hate that guy), but I think Meg's got that covered over in her journal. Maybe I could talk about my life, but that's pretty boring to be honest. Of course, I could follow the hollywood trend of talking about what the stars are wearing or doing, but I'd rather drown myself in dog urine. And so, the question remains: what the Hell do I do with this space, rather than just let it accumulate dust? Any suggestions? Anybody? Please? Anyway, I'm currently the only one at work and it blows ass. Meg went home sick and the boss just went home, so needless to say, I'm bored as Hell (thank God for the internet, at least i can cruise for crappy porn sites and play the "stop the pop-up before it makes you insane" game). All I want to do is go home and play some games (other than the aforementioned "pop-up" game) and hit the bong. Hey, maybe this space could be dedicated to bongs....hmmmm. "Bongs and the people who love them", coming soon to livejournal.com...better than reality TV...better than sex (if by sex you mean work,and by work you mean slave labor). No? Fine, it was just an idea... and a good one, DAMMIT! I think I'm gonna go shoot myself in the face now, so I'll update (from the afterlife, mind you) in about another three months if my patterns hold true.