Turd Rock From The Sun.

3:09 pm, October 13, 2004

I hate painting.

I hate the Yankees.

I hate the NL matchup.

I hate paint flecks falling from the house into my hair.

I LOVE this bigger, flat-screen monitor.

I hate finding a place to keep my old monitor just in case, there ain't no fuckin' room.

I love the taste of Jim Beam. It's no Jack, but in a tight pinch, it comes up big.

I love the show Sledge Hammer.

I hate watching multiple presidential debates.

I hate Fox News but I hate CNN even more because they never SHOW ANY NEWS.


I was up till five am last night watching Ren & Stimpy while drinking Jim and Coke with Jake. And then I woke up at 11. My brain is fried.


I love Pedro Martinez's little midget.

I hate how the Storm could easily handle the Sonics in an exhibition game.

I hate how the Storm won a championship before the Seahawks and Mariners.

I hate how the best team of this year in Seattle IS the Storm.

You know, just fuck the Storm. Fuck the WNBA. Nobody gives a damn about that fucking league. Fuck how the Storm sells more tickets than the Sonics.

Current Mood: Turds of the World
Current Music: David Bowie - Ziggy Stardust