2001-11-09 - 11:18 p.m. - +

Bitchin'. Walking to work in the snow. Okay, it wasn't that much snow. But it was snow. I took a detour over a patch of snow covered grass. It beats the pavement. The sound of snow under my feet. Oh how I've missed it. Sweet. Unfortunately the temperatures will start to rise again soon. But it was a nice taste of winter. Crisp clear winter air. Snow. Bitching.
walking in a winter wonderland
Work was inflammable as always. Friday. Half a computer course was there. Nothing for me to do. I asked Bent HeadChief "is there something for me to do". Normally on Fridays he says "nope nothing you lazy git just take an early weekend". But today there was some Barn Boss Person there so he couldn't let me go. He said. As if this Barn Boss Person knows when and for how long I'm supposed to be there. Grumble. I just can't stand walking around there with nothing to do. So I grabbed a shovel and went outside. Much ice on the pavement. I shoveled it. Cracked it. It was hard work. The shovel was too short. My back started aching. I stopped after doing one side of the Barn. But right now I'm paying the price. My lower back is sore. It's going to be stiff tomorrow. And I don't mean sexually excited.
friday is extra butter day
Then I walked around for a while. Peter told me that he wanted me to make a website for his mother's clothes shop. Damn. It's way too much pressure. He's got the strange idea that I can do stuff and that it would be more fun if said stuff was something that should be used for real. I feel bad in my stomach just thinking about it. I barely know how to use frontpage. I have to scan a catalogue too. It's not good. It's not good at all. I can't handle pressure. Now it's serious work. I feel sick. Damn. But there was still nothing to do for me right at the moment so I ran ran ran out of there. I went home an hour early without telling anyone. I guess that's a stupid thing to do but I get stupid like that. There's your explanation.
she runs runs runs
And now it's sweet weekend. Aaaaaaaah. My aching back isn't going to spoil that.
cause I'm planning to do a lot of lying down
Cool. Billy writes a lot of "..."s in his chards too. I always knew we were alike. If my handwriting didn't fluctuate so much it would be quite close to his. Our birthdays are close. There's the brother thing. And then the fact that we're both musical geniuses and gazillionaires of course.
he still hasn't emailed me though. damnit.
Also, this is why I love politics. I hope she gets elected and changes the world. From now on I'll be living in NudeDenmark. Remember to vote for the NudeParty. And just for your information she is a real politician, it is a real election.
*poke*
I have no clue why the kids today aren't interested in politics...
politics or porn?
Anyone want to trade championship manager 2001/02 for midtown madness 2? I also sell used watches and if you need a kidney then I have hacksaw and I'm willing to get my hands dirty. No actually I'm warez free. Can't take the guilt. I don't want that stuff on my computer.
baby
I would like one... skvas.
squash the jitterbug
That's it. I better go before I embarrass myself. Remember to read my interview if you haven't yet. I'm compiling a list of people to beat up. You don't want to see me angry. I got plans to buy a digital cameral, remember? I can make it happen.
booo
G'night
tired
np: the marked - drowning in the flowers (860415)

...drowning in the flowers... drowning in the flowers...
blame it on the sunshine

back and forth

clix




try to understand
the ones I love and their demands
so unfair when they can't see
that I'm the boy who really needs

your love i suppose

I just want peace
diaryland
to be free at last