Deacon Frost

Cross my heart, smack me dead, stick a lobster on my head.

Man, do you know what some dickless piece of shit did to my
car? They hit it, they fucking hit it. It's not like it
could pass inspection before, but now someone had to make
sure there was no way in hell it was gonna happen.

On the upside, a new episode of Farscape finally aired last
Friday. Frell yeah! If you don't watch this show, you
suck. If you've seen the show and don't like it, then you
suck Hynerian donkey balls. That's all there is too it.

Well, I have written this thing lately because I've super
fucking busy. Went home the past two weekends to work on
my house, which sorely needs. On top of that, it's been
really busy at work, and of course, it's income tax time.
My doctor also decided that the medication they've been
giving isn't doing any good, which I could have told them
two fucking months ago. So, now I'm having to go in for
these weekly treatments, which isn't the most pleasant
experience in the whole fucking universe.

Well, what else can I bitch about? Work blows, but that's
nothing new. I finally sent an e-mail to a long lost
friend of mine. OK, so she wasn't that lost, I knew where
she's been this whole, I just haven't talked to her in a
long time. It's one of those good intentions people have,
but they never follow through with them for whatever reason.

There's this beautiful, kick ass wallpaper I picked out for
a couple of rooms in my house a while ago. Anyways, when I
went to order it this past week, I find out it's been
discontinued. So, now I can't decide if I should go on
this futile journey to locate some cool wallpaper or to
just paint the fucking rooms. Mental note: paint
cheap...mmmm.