It’s a shit day for me here at the old office. I busted my ass all day to have some free time to write some gay fuckshit for you worthless nugget suckers, and now I’m fucking dead tired. Let’s see…broke as fuck, no weedles to burn, general bad attitude. Feels like Monday.
Oh well, bitches. Get down with it.
Happy Birthday Roughty, you piece of Irish shit.
Did everybody get that Radiohead shit? Suit did, he agrees it is “sick-nasty.” Sickness. Why don’t you have it yet? Why don’t you have the new Babyshambles cd either yet? Fucking freaks.
Getting down with some TOOL at work, song named Jambi. It makes me want to go Braveheart on the office, so I just stare at the computer screen and type nothing, furiously, like I am now.
Random Quote for the day, from our homie Shannon Hoon, “I come to find out, that it’s all hate and money.” Interesting, but I’m not sure it’s ALL hate and money, just a big part. Not so much hate either, more like fear. Fear and greed guard the gates of heaven, like the two lions in front of the NYC public library. They are guarding the gates of knowledge, nirvana.
Fear and greed. How much do those two drive you? I know that personally, they are a factor in my life, maybe a little bit too much. I think about all the time what it means to be liberal, educated and free and stuff, and I try to hold myself to certain ideals, without fully understanding that I am trying to do so in the first place. Anyway, I just had to do some work, so I lost my train of thought. Basically I was trying to find out how much of what I do is driven by Fear or Greed, considering I hold myself to some kind of “higher ideal,” even though I don’t even understand what those ideals might be, or how I could achieve them.
Folks, there you have it. The week is over for me, I am packing it up and going home for the weekend.
I have been wearing the same socks since Tuesday.
Stoney Wage Slave 
My socks smell too. Good job explaining the words of Savage Hoon. Thanks for reminding me about the shambles. I love ten thousand days. Hi Jippy. Happy birthday Roughty.
Hi Twitchie–I think about you alot–hope you are doing well and making yourself laugh. When I walk around the block in my flipflops and see the green paint on them, I think about you and me painting all the ghettos of the world a nice green. And hanging curtains too. Thanks for doing that.