Friday, December 14, 2001
|5:37 PM|
Ow. Ow. Ow. I held this paper job list in my mouth for a long time, I had to get out of the office, I had to get into my car, I had to put on my sunglasses. For some reason (oooh science of the MOUTH) the paper bonded to my inner lip surface, and when I pulled it out it took a lot of my oh-so-senstive lips with it. I yelped, and to see if I was bleeding I held the paper to my mouth, and so now I have this perfect kiss mark of blood on my job list. Blood is only pretty when it's fresh, such a perfect crimson, but then it turns a remarkably dull brown when dry.
Roses are too poetically perfect. Beautiful, delicate, fragile, hard to grow, fragrant, but covered in sharp spikes. What the hell! Can't we do better than this? It's so cliched. I'm going to go eat some damned seedless grapes.
Zusty reminded me to take a look at the new Spiderman Trailer. I'm actually impressed. I think they might just pull it off, as it appears they are not totally taking themselves seriously, while not going really campy and making you not give a fuck about any of the characters. Yeah, it's a trailer, just about any movie looks good in a trailer (except "American outlaws" which I will refrain from linking) so I'll wait for the reviews. Then I'll see it on the same day it comes out, like the big dork I am.
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//That should close up the previous year.
///Say this is the swap from 2001 to 2002, that should close up the 2001 links.
///Problem is, we also need to close up the final month links too.
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