Well, I made it. And KLove didn’t kill me. And if it did, Andrew you wouldn’t get the credit. I am using Safari on OS X, and to tell the truth, I am a little confused. I was never one to eay that Macs are better than PCs, or the other way around. I am trying to get my future brother-in-law to give me his Powerbook. And I might get it. At least I hope so. I have always said that if I would get a laptop it would be a Powerbook.
Monthly Archives: December 2004
Thursday December 30, 2004
Well I stripped today. A floor of its wax, that is. Alexa had her birthday party, I hope she had fun, I couldn’t really get a good responce from her. We went to Applebees, then watched Fat Albert. The movie wasn’t bad, there just wasn’t anything good about it. I really did like the part at the end though, it made it click that it was based on real people and Bill Cosby’s childhood. I am tired and I have to drive up to Weed tomorrow to visit my mother for New Years. I just realized that my tape adaptor doesn’t work in my tape deck. I will have to listen to Klove for five hours on the way up. I am a little worried about the snow too. Well, if I die, it wouldn’t be the worst that could happen.
My favorite animal is steak. -Fran Lebowitz
Monday December 27, 2004
Well it is time to post again. My daily ramblings haven’t been so daily. “I was at a Daiye spa.” I watched Starwars last night, episode 2. Natalie Portman is a bad actor. Yah, I said actor, not actress. Sure some people are going to say that it is not politically correct, but is it politically correct that they get their own word? See, that was a ramble. I can not ramble too. But I don’t think I will now. I have been sick, stuffed up head, runny nose, slight cough. Yah… fun. Okay bye.
Saturday December 25, 2004
Well, Christmas is over. Even though there is still like 4 and a half hours left, I am ending it. I went home. I am home. And Christmas is over. Now next week I have two birthday parties to go to and drive to Weed to spend New Years with my Mom. Then work when I get back, until I retire. I need a career. I need a purpose. Looking ahead I know that I have something planned for me. Silly God, why don’t you just tell me?