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Tom Siebel. You have much to answer for and the Oracle will sort out your shortcomings. They are many. They do my head in. Your name is cursed daily and that blue..gosh..that blue has burnt into my cornea.
On another subject, GET OUT OF THE FUCKING WAY WHEN AN AMBULANCE HAS IT'S SIRENS BLARING AND LIGHTS BLAZING. I spit on each of you lazy assholes who do nothing but impede the ambulance's progress through traffic. Ignorant, arrogant fools. A personal hate. You do not realise how important time is, every second, each moment drawn out to tease whilst you're stuck and helpless awaiting the paramedics to arrive. God bless them.
And finally, on a lighter note J has begun making music again (not that kind. That music making never ceased). I came home from work, dragged my ass upstairs and heard the familiar strum of a bass guitar. As I ascended further, I peered at his back. Hunched over with his headphones on. I approached and well, the rest is for me only. But the point is, the drought is over and I am excited for him. His keys, his guitars..out. The drum kit (a gorgeous 60's original. Looks like stretched taffy. I want to lick it) it stays packed for the time being. I doubt the neighbours would appreciate his shuffles and bangs.
I am inspired. Farewell. Oh, you're looking swell.
On another subject, GET OUT OF THE FUCKING WAY WHEN AN AMBULANCE HAS IT'S SIRENS BLARING AND LIGHTS BLAZING. I spit on each of you lazy assholes who do nothing but impede the ambulance's progress through traffic. Ignorant, arrogant fools. A personal hate. You do not realise how important time is, every second, each moment drawn out to tease whilst you're stuck and helpless awaiting the paramedics to arrive. God bless them.
And finally, on a lighter note J has begun making music again (not that kind. That music making never ceased). I came home from work, dragged my ass upstairs and heard the familiar strum of a bass guitar. As I ascended further, I peered at his back. Hunched over with his headphones on. I approached and well, the rest is for me only. But the point is, the drought is over and I am excited for him. His keys, his guitars..out. The drum kit (a gorgeous 60's original. Looks like stretched taffy. I want to lick it) it stays packed for the time being. I doubt the neighbours would appreciate his shuffles and bangs.
I am inspired. Farewell. Oh, you're looking swell.