Today was big praying day. I think it's a danish thing, I have no idea what it would be called in English. Heck, I don't really know what the point of the day really is. But I bet it's something about praying and worshipping god. Still, if it ain't got presents then it's not a proper holiday.

But it's a day off. And who doesn't like a day off.

I do.

And let's pray for lopes. Rip. Actually I don't care so much about her. Maybe I'm cold. Maybe it's the 18 dead in the german school shooting that makes me go numb. There's too much pain in the world.

I don't need your motherfucking feelings.

I'm great at not feeling things. I'm the perfect automaton.

Let's talk about something else. To forget the pain.

Yeshh! I'm back on google. And the first googlehit? Nikkei knives! They rock. I need to watch that infomercial again soon. I think I've forgotten some of the many fine uses of the patented platinum nikkei knives.
maybe a little secret now once in a while
The hitwhore is back, baby. And look. You can rate my diary there. Nobody has rated it yet. Wouldn't it be funny if that changed? Hint hint. Good it's good to be slutback.

Hmmmm. I'm not in all the googles. I'm in http://www3.google.com. But not in www2 or www. Annoying. They better fix that. I got all excited.

And so on. I think September '93 was a very good year for the smashing pumpkins. I have 3 people downloading from me on the hub and they're getting 3 different 9309-- shows. Funny dat.

Well, sort of spiffy I guess.

I'm tired.

It's raining. That's good. I have an urge to go outside and sit in it. Maybe I will. Wash it all away.

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Yoink. I just did. Sat in the rain. Maybe I'm a freak. But there's something nice about sitting outside in the darkness of the night and feeling the rain. It's not too cold. It's not raining too hard. It's just nice. I was sitting there looking at the night sky. It reminded me of new year's eve. When I was out there in the yard looking at the night sky. Looking at the fireworks. Trying to get pictures of it. Seeing my mother through the glass doors looking at me like I was insane. Which I probably was, outside in the freezing cold, walking around in the snow in a sweater. With a camera that kept shutting down because of the cold. Good times. Sometimes I really need to remind myself not to give a shit about anything and just enjoy the rain for a while. It's good for the soul. Or the chemicals in my head or whatever it might be.

And so on. I'm giving Zwan a break. Catching up on my radiohead. I have several gigs of radiohead and r.e.m. mp3s waiting to be catalogued and listened to. I love the freshness of a show you haven't heard before. New music. Good music.

And speaking of good music. I want to give a shoutout to the THONG SONG! Just because mtv and the world at large has moved on to new overnight phenomenons doesn't mean we should forget about Sisqo and this great hymn. Sing it with me as I walk away.

That thong th thong thong thong.

You know another nigga couldn't handle it.

It's amazing how little you can say with so many words. I'll let you decide wether I'm talking about the thong song or this entry. Heeh. And so on. g'Night.

np: radiohead - prove yourself (950606)