Wednesday, April 30, 2003

I added a guestbook last night. Originally I wanted feedback of any sort. Since, I am too stupid to understand JavaScript or god forbid XML, adding a comment box was out of the question. So, I went with the next worst thing. Not one of my greatest fucking ideas thus far. Ranks up there with pushing a dumpster down the hill. Seems that everyone who reads my blog is either 14 year old boys, or 30 year old panty obsessed men. Now, my last post details how I can relate to the latter group......well actually maybe the former group as well. But, I was hoping for at least some estrogen driven readers. And, no you don't count Travis.

Anyway, today was fairly ho-hum. Found myself strangely attracted to a 45+ year old working at candy store. She gives me free candy, what more can an obese diabetic-wannabe asks for in a woman? Actually, not a lot except for maybe blue eyes, blonde hair and 18 years of age. Then again beggars can't be choosers, especially when comes to a free sugar supply. Not a lot else to bitch about, save for my daily interaction with the geriatric public. God, I hate old people. They are slow-witted, bitchy and usually smelly. I am glad that heart failure will claim me by age 35 so I won't have to burden society in my latter years. I have spent hours with these wrinkled monstrosities, watching their every agonizingly slow move. They are burden on our healthcare system, furthermore they are eating up my future social security benefits. Soylent green is the way to go.

and on that note,

please do

go to hell