January 15th, 2004

flavored with age

Fugga wugga

I was late for work today, my car is all fucked up, I'm broke, I had to read an interview with Dennis Miller where he busted on Lenny Bruce, the country is going down the shitter, my cat stole my (Chicken of the Sea!) tuna sandwich, it's really fucking cold, and a woman who I happen to know spends the majority of her time making astrological charts and getting drunk before noon on weekdays told me I was a lousy interviewer.

I need a hug.

No, wait, not a hug. Some drugs.