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boom boom. come on. out go the lights. Mon|10.07 Things heard on the E! channel today: "If you look at him run, he runs like a woman." Some guy on Steven Seagal. "He's an enigma wrapped in a riddle." Different guy, still on Steven Seagal. "Who was at fault--Dean, or the other driver? Or was there a CURSE on Dean and his Rebel friends? Answers when we return." AJ Benza, professional moron. Silver (plated, I assume) knife and fork, wrapped in a napkin, sit on the concrete outside the back door of my building. Why? Who knows. The pathway from the back door to the inside hallway is spotted with cat vomitay and reeks of dirty diapers being laundered. It's a warm day. Everything smells when it's warm. Or, smells worse. Literally everything. LITERALLY. I sit in front of the fan, in front of my computer, in front of the tv, next to my cat. It's a day. It's a Monday. It's October. The list of things I will never do grows. I'm not talking skydiving. I'm talking shower curtains. I'm talking dead flowers. I'm talking about the stuff under the bed. Finding CDs. Specific videotapes. Shirts I remember having. Pictures of my family and friends. Don't open the microwave. Keep that cupboard door closed. NO. The cushions are not for looking under. Just move along. I don't know, I might need that DVD box at some point. What if I move and need to pack the player back into its box? What if I want to mail Christmas presents and that's the perfect size, that box? Can you tell me this won't happen? That's what I thought. I will never get my illegal supercable and I think I know why. I have no cable box. HA! No longer a mystery. Thanks anyway, AJ Benza. Professional moron. aRcHiVeS | hOmE |