| Don't try to be an inspiration/ Just wasting your time, time time/ You know about the best I'll ever be/ I see it in your eyes/ I know I got a bad reputation/ And it isn't just talk, talk, talk/ And still I wanna give you everything/ Until I close my eyes "Bad Reputation" Freedy Johnston |
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| Only two days to graduation. Woo to the mother-fucking hoo! Although, if movies have taught me anything, I will be killed in a bloody shoot-out today or tomorrow. Oh, the irony. Damn you, Mendoza! Anyway, it's Update Thursday. Update Thursday goes back to ancient Romania, where every Thursday the villiagers would come together and throw fruit in the air, thereby fulfilling the requirements set down by the gods. (Get it? Up Dates? Fruit, in the air...OK, it wasn't funny) Someone called me a TV-bitch yesterday. Of course, "The West Wing" was on, so I wasn't paying attention. To those of you coming to my party this weekend, I just want to warn you that I may pass out in a pool of my own vomit much more quickly than usual. Minnesota has been overrun with terrorists. First, Sara Jane Olson, then that Moussoui character, and now the Mail Box Bomber. What a moron that kid is. First off, his band sucks. Secondly, when you know there is a nation-wide manhunt looking for you, don't drive your own car. How easy it would have been to get away with bombing mailboxes. Only an idiot gets caught. Of course, only an idiot bombs mailboxes, so it's a great Catch-22. It seems that soon we may learn the real identity of "Deep Throat," who brought down the Nixon administration and (I imagine) enjoyed pornography. I sure hope it is two teenage girls, as was postulated in the movie "Dick." Another big iceberg broke off of Antarctica. Congratulations, folks. We've broken the planet. I figure we should just start polluting as much as possible. What more could we possibly do? We'll all be dead in 10 years or so. Live it up, friends! Check out the song "Konstantine" by Something Corporate. It one of the saddest, and longest, songs I've heard in a long time. You know, I started out my writing career as a social commentator, focusing on state and federal politics. I finished as a two-bit comedic writer who wasn't funny. It goes to show that sometimes, we all go downhill. Now, I start on my new life path. Where it takes me, i don't know. But as i said, it doesn't really matter much. If that iceberg is any indication, we're all in "deep throat." I'm Ken Feucht, and I like saying "Hoobastank." |
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