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So the beatass computer will not let me log an entry without freezing. I'm back at the cafe around the corner.
I've been sick all week with what the doctor called bronchitis, but I suspect is simply Lung Gnomes. Coughing to the point of oxygen loss, big yellow boogers, all obvious signs of Lung Gnomes. Being sick I have even less patience than usual and today my ire falls on cell phones. I HATE CELL PHONES. A few years ago the Israelis somehow got a hold of a cell phone belonging to some high-up Palistinian rockthrower. They packed that bitch with c-4 and got it back to him. Then they called him up. He said "Hello? Yes, this is he." and BLOOOEY! They blew his fucking noggin off! Now regardless of how you feel about state sponsored assassinations or the whole Israel/Palistine thingy, you have to admit that puting bombs in cell phones is a great idea. I wish all cell phones came with a c-4 wad standard and all cell phone users would live in terror that the next inane conversation during a movie I paid 9 dollars to see would be their last!
Damn it! - 2004-10-12
What's that fucking kitten doing now? - How the fuck should I know. I'm not home! What is that crazy old bitch next door cooking? - see aboveHow do I feel? How do you THINK I feel? I feel - better
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