Death comes for us all (a melodramatic haiku of retirement)
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guts and garters

It's all fun and games until someone loses molecular cohesion.

Wednesday, June 27, 2001

Am I back up? Um... yeah, I think I am. Sorta, anyway.

Past twenty-four hours have been one long annoyance at the stupidity of the human race. Mostly as is evidenced by the television. Silly programs, silly advertisements. Even stupid people on the news. Honestly!

Oh, and I caught five minutes of Big Brother last night, and was flabberghasted at the sheer mind-numbing boredom of it. There were two people cleaning a bathroom. Cleaning a fucking bathroom, for DOUG's sake. Someone else was cleaning the pool. Someone else was doing some exercises. The people cleaning the bathroom were singing, if that's any consolation. Which it wasn't. They weren't singing anything interesting.

And coming up after the break, the blonde apathetically tries to convince some guy to dance with her. Excuse me while I wet my pants in excitement.

Silly, silly, silly.

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