Wednesday, December 25, 2002

Happy Christmas. I was having a perfectly wonderful day. But then I checked one of my favorite web comics Nothing Nice To Say to find out that my favorite punk is dead. Joe Strummer died. He's fucking dead. He's never going to sing "London Calling" or "Should I Stay or Should I Go?" or "Tommy Gun" again. I cried when Joey Ramone died. I don't know if I can cry this time. How can we lose to great men in a space less then three years? I always thought he was really hot. (Shut your mouth.) He embodied so many things - without the Clash, where would Dropkick Murpheys be? The Clash were the first to sing about the blue collar working class. They were the first to mix reggae and rock together. A lot of different bands owe themselves to the Clash. I just want to express my sympathy to Mr. Strummer's family and fans and anyone out there who felt at all affected by the Clash's music. Thank you and good night.

Monday, December 23, 2002

You know what my favorite computer game is? Solitaire. Think about the symbolism in that for awhile, will you?

Tuesday, December 17, 2002

Bekah....if you're reading this...I've updated see

I am listening to quite possibly the best song without words EVER written. "Sandstorm" by Darude. After I'm done with this, I am going to burn a CD with nothing but that song on it. It makes me so happy. I love Harry Potter. That's all I have to say about that. I hate school.
Working in the photo lab that I do, it being the best one in town, we are bombarded with bussiness at Christmas time. I used to love Christmas. Now the photo lab is slowly poisioning my mind. It is so busy. There is a never ending stream of people even after we turn off the open sign and attempt to lock the doors but NOOOO we can't do that because there are slow customers there after close so we have to wait for them to finish and then other customers come in and we have to wait on them. I will kill myself if I have to work on christmas eve. I probably will though because everyone else asked off. Curse you father christmas! Go to hell Santa Claus! Goddamnit.
Thank god I'm getting my hair cut today. It is starting to touch my neck and I can't stand the feel of it there.
I'll burn my CD now.