Tuesday, February 17, 2004

And now, [expletive] stuff I'm not at all grateful for and loathe in the very core of my being:

1) These goddamned fucking chills.
2) This cocksucking fever.
3) Whatever the hell is making my lymph nodes feel like rocks.
4) This ass-sucking, motherfucking nausea.
5) Apparently having pissed off gravity.
6) Running out of profanity, not symptoms.

Monday, February 16, 2004

Or anyone else's kids, either:

Re John Kerry and the buzz that he might--or might not--have nailed someone else while married to Teresa (DRUDGE REPORT 2004?), could we all just agree that as long as the candidates aren't fucking their own kids, *it just doesn't matter?*

Friday, February 13, 2004

"Said it once before/But it bears repeating now"--The White Stripes

Today is my birthday: five and a half hours in, and so far, 37 is quite fun. One of my friends (affectionately) teased me about my recent entry re gratefulness, but on your birthday, you can't help but get a bit contemplative.

So, fuck it: I've got some wonderful people in my life and I love what I do. I really am grateful.

Let the mockery resume.

Tuesday, February 10, 2004

Wednesday, February 04, 2004

A momentary lapse of glibness:

Some days are so good, so unexpectedly delightful, that all you can do is give thanks.

To all of the extraordinarily intelligent and kind people in my life--living and dead--and to Whomever got the ball rolling: Thank you, thank you, thank you.