'Tis a beautiful day today. The sun is just right, and there is a slight breeze. The sky has a liberal coating of clouds. Indeed, it's a good day. There are only three, maybe four, hundred places I'd rather be than at work right now.
This was sent to me via Myspace bulletin, and I spat my gullet load of french fries out when I came across this. I have been mentally beating them up with an aluminum baseball bat for about two hours now.
I wanna leave work early today, and lay in a park somewhere listening to Creed. That's right, I said Creed.
Pumped that I am so stoked about the show tomorrow.
Rearranging the crib. Moving the desk to the kitchen, and the kitchen table to the basement.
I need some shit for my walls. Something tasteful. Porn is tasteful if it's in black and white, correct?
I buy "Tony's" brand pizza, because they are slightly smaller than normal frozen pizza, and I feel like less of a gelatinous turd upon eating an entire pizza by myself.
This will never get old.
It's my Friday, and I don't aim to waste it.-BK
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