I love my NintenDogs.

It's 3 am. Do you know where your Wal-Mart is?

About love and the afterlife . . .

One more week. One more week until my miserable piece of shit birthday. And Thanksgiving too. This is my first birthday that I just don't want to happen. For the first time ever, I'm not looking forward to my birthday. I hate when it lands

About last night . . .

I stubled upon this website that, well, has me left me blinking and speechless. (Which is only part because I still have no voice.)

I have lost my voice. Literally. I can't talk. It sucks.

That bastard kept bothering me all day and all night last night. Well, guess what. The son of a bitch lost.

More-more on why I hate Gary DiBileo and election day.

Bastard.

I loathe election time. It's so relentlessly phony, I can't stand it.

Another Vice-President of something or another from Cingular just called me. This just keeps getting weirder.

Shit. This is weird.

A Cingular Solution. Jim Beverly, one of the decent folks at Cingular Wireless, thank you.

I'm a little cocnerned with the security guard at work. I think he is a sociopath and I believe I am his next victim.

So I get this cheap ass generic response. But I suppose it is a response, if nothing else.

So, I'm pissed off at Cingular. Why? Well, Customer Serivce Manager Mike Pilgrim made me cry. The bastard made me cry. Here is a letter sent to the president of the company and the Vic-President of Customer Service.