Monday, February 24, 2003

now I have had a few days distance. I feel a little better. Now I am scrambling to get all my Law school information in so that I can find an excuse to fuck around for the next several months. But I'm still fucking out of work. I was supposed to be in portland today. I went a little apeshit at breakfast ranting about how this didn't feel right. I was up much too early and was pacing about the fact that I was not in portland. shit.

I suppose that after I've got all this other shit done I'll get started on looking for work. I think I'll be calling alot of my old clients...

Thursday, February 20, 2003


I just got laid off. Thankfully I was able to buy off my laptop from the company for next to nothing simply because my boss has never had to lay anyone off and was absoluetly flustered. Shit. I get two months severance. Fuck. I have to look for new work. Fuckety fuck. I have to start all fucking over.

Monday, February 17, 2003

I hope that you liked the valentine....

Thursday, February 13, 2003

Happy VD!
What I have learned since monday;
1. NEVER EVER buy anything online with your checking debit card.
2. ALWAYS keep your recipts for the expensive items
3. trust no one.

I got e-robbed. More literally I got e-raped. Some one, we don't know who (but if I ever find you I hope and pray to god that Amnesty International never finds out what I'm going to do to you) stole all my money. ALL OF IT. I am now "Officially" piss poor. The fucked up thing about it is because I belong to a smaller bank and not one of those monster-conglomerates they're going to treat this as an ATM error and not as fraud, which it is. So that means that I don't get my money back in 3 to 4 weeks. It of course fucks up all my plans that I did have to visit the LA area so that I could stalk my favorite stars, drive drunken down Hwy 1 and get plastic sugery.

fuck. This fucking sucks. But on the bright side of it all I got some free drinks out of my friends.

Monday, February 10, 2003

Saturday night I went to the Sweetwater in downtown Marin. Now truthfully I'd never thought that there was an actual downtown just a collection of random shops that because of their proximity to each other justified the town calling it a "Downtown"...Anyway, went to go and see The Heather Combs Band. She fuckin rocks....Literally. She was kickass. I cannot in words literally express how much she rocked my socks. Nevermind the fact that she played a 4 hour set with only a miniscule 15 minute break. Im thinkin that my $15 investment in her CD will turn round to at least net me a nice little drinking binge someday for the future...

Monday, February 03, 2003

oh god.

this is horrible, simply because it only reminds me of our fallability which wages war against our innate desire to move beyond the known world.

I remember the challenger. I will remember the columbia.
It is a horrible thing that our faith in technology can only take us so far and so much rests on pure chance.

I'm sorry. I don't mean to prostletize my luddite tendencies, its just I get this feeling like we (as an organism) are pushing beyond what we are capable of doing. That technology has only provided the means to more, but we have not had the opportunity to all learn from what we have been given. I could lie and say that I wished for a simpler time, but that isn't possible. I was moved to tears when I was listening to NPR this morning.

Rick Husband was the commander of the space shuttle columbia. He had always wanted to be an astronaut. It was his dream, it was his goal, since he was 4 years old. He applied 4 times before he was accepted to NASA. Until later in life he became to realize that being an astronaut was not the ultimate goal. The day before he was to leave on his mission he recorded a video tape which was replayed at his memorial. The gist was that he had come to the realization that being an astronaut was not his goal. He was to be a good and loving father, a good and loving husband and a glowing example of what a good man could be.

Peace be with you, Columbia shuttle crew.