She said "ugh," and it's that lovin' sound.

I'm feelin' good, in case you're keeping tabs.  I went to the movies with a guy from work tonight, and the movies were fancy, and big, and there were lots of them.  We saw The Amityville Horror.  It was intense, and we jumped and cried like babies.  It was fun.  I laugh when I'm scared.  There's something wrong with me.  Yaaay!

Tomorrow is the day those guys shot up Columbine, but I'd much rather think of it as April twentieth.  A bunch of people from work are throwing a "Hawaiian Party," although there's nothing Hawaiian about it that I can think of.  Preposition.  Whoops.  This is the United States of Whatevah, and thank the gods for that one part that lets you write whatever the fuck you want, however the fuck you want, whenever the fuck you want.  Cool.  So anyway, I was informed today that at this 4/20 party, there will be a page ripped out of a Bible and the "biggest joint you've ever seen" will be rolled from it.  I'm slightly entertained at the thought.  Okay, more than slightly, but it doesn't really matter.

I'm off work tomorrow and I'm gonna redye my hair and go to a Hawaiian Party.  Maybe I'll wear a flower in my hair...or something that grew, and is pretty.  Everybody's doin' it.  First hit's free.  C'mon, man!

Anyway, enough meaningless jabber about movies and recreational drugs.  I'm excited and there's absolutely nothing new.  Work's cool, I make money, my mom's a moron, and that's how it goes.  Every day is a good day.

Oh yeah, the aforementioned guy from work picked me up for the movie, and his car has a dash, and carpet, and door panels, and air conditioning, and a spider.  All but the latter would be really cool to have in a car.  One day, I'll be reech, eat at the Seezler, and have a pimped out ride.  Aforementioned guy promised that if he won the lottery, he'd loan me the money to hop up my hooptie.  Aren't words fun?  Gee golly gosh darn!

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