Six (No, Make That Seven) Things That Happened To My Ass Today

Six (No, Make That Seven) Things That Happened To My Ass Today

1.) Took a really rancid wallpaper-peeeling shit after thrashing around in bed for half an hour saying "Fuck my job! I want to stay home!"

2.) I went to work anyway. It didn't suck TOO much. I think it's over soon, though, so I get to crawl back to my agency and bitch some more. Oh joy.

3.) I picked up Katie and had a very nice time with her. We ate fish and mac & cheese and watched The Emperor's New Groove and talked about school.

4.) I saw A - the little teenage vixen I wrote about a while back. Hadn't seen her in a while. I tried to ignore her, and I think I pissed her off. Good. THe little bitch fucked with my head good the last timje I saw her, and I hope she finds another guy twice her age to torture. I got my beer and got the fuck out.

5.) Came home and cranked up some Zevon, surfed the net for Hunter Thompson stuff, and flipped through my fresh copy of Doug Stanhope's Fun With Pedophiles - The Best Of Baiting. I'd read the download versiuon the night I posted about it, now I have hard copy for the authorities to find next to my lifeless corpse some night.

6.) Now it's ten years later, and he still keeps up the fight. I'm drinking a Steel Reserve for my favorite headless Thompson gunner. Can't wait 'til this weekend. We're back at the bar I met Nova at, and I plan on drinking this time around. Why not? Tomorrow is another day. Or something.

Doug

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7.) I guess A wasn't the only girl who chose to fuck with me tonight. I saw you online for fifteen minutes, Abby. It's been a month. write me. I'm worried about you. I probably shoulnd't be, but I am, dammit.

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So, who has their copy of Stanhope's Fun With Pedophiles? (evil cackling Herbest-West-On-Meth laughter)