Some Postman Is Gonna Cry

Original Title – Mail

So I checked my mail today, for the first time this month.
There was seriously like five pounds of mail crammed in there. Worst part is, it's ALL junk, with the exception of two Verizon bills that have already been paid and a statement from my renter's insurance people telling me that I don't owe them any money for another month, and to therefore have a nice day, and a bank statement.
Four things in that whole mess. The only reason I actually checked it is because I am waiting on more checks to show up.
That's it.

Time...Flowing Like A River

Original Title: Time is (clearly) an illusion...

• Dec. 20th, 2007 at 9:36 PM

Why does my definition of time differ so greatly from the rest of the world?

I was supposed to work from 10-1 this past Saturday. 10-1 is my idea of 10-1, but everyone else's idea of 10-1 was 8:45-5:30.

The people were going to come around and clean my dryer vent between December 10th and 16th.

They did it on the 19th.

Clearly, 19 comes between 10 and 16 on this new timescale the universe seems to be operating on. Can someone please fill me in on what is happening?

Please?
Seriously?

One Of These Days I’m Going To Cut You Into Little Pieces

Original Title: A Dream Achieved

There is nothing better in this life than watching your arch-nemesis being cut into tiny pieces and thrown into a dumpster.
Ah Arby's lobby drink station, where shall I direct my rage now that you have been destroyed?
I was victorious, and that made my day!

They Write Me Letters, Tell Me I’m Great

Original Title - The Hell (15)

Imagine you are given $1,000,000 and told you must give it to one of the following political causes. Where do you donate the money?

• Right to free speech.
• Right to bear arms.
• Pro-choice causes.
• Anti-abortion causes.

I don't know. The right to arm bears would be pretty hilarious though...

I Spent Four Lonely Days In A Brown L.A. Haze

Original Title: Monday, Monday, Monday!

I found my torrent, and I now have my Zeppelin show.
Much happiness here. Also, get to not hear so much Christmas music on the morrow, because for two hours, I am subjecting my customers to a low to mid grade bootleg of the 12-10-07 Led Zeppelin show.
Why? Because that's how I roll!

Good Times…

  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bYGu1PWRPKc&feature=youtu.be

Edit: Yes, I am aware that the video does not exist anymore.

This Is My Story

Original Title - Biographical things

I am trying to decide on the title for my biography/autobiography. Just so that the hard part is done should someone ever decide to write it.
I have narrowed it down to:
"Scent Of A Jackass"
or
"Every Which Way But Lucid"
The latter being my personal favorite.

Games People Play

I was reading the box for a game at the Starbucks this afternoon, and it said some stuff, then came the words "doodling a poodle."  That threw me for a loop.
Is it just me or do the words doodle a poodle just sound perverse?

• Current Mood: exhausted

And Then One Day You Find Ten Years Have Got Behind You

Happy birthday Sis-Tar!

I’m Making Records, My Fans They Can’t Wait

Original Title: Stalkeration

Location: Home
Music: Life's Been Good ~ Eagles
Stalkeration. I am aware of the fact that it is a made up word. I just made it up.
I just checked, I guess I did not just make it up.
Ah well.
I am posting this here, because I don't the subject of this actually knows it exists. I would post it on the other LJ account, but I don't actually know if she knows it exists or not.
But I digress.
This one girl I know from the Starbucks has recently decided that I am stalking her. Every time I see her conversation takes a turn to that subject at some point or other. I found someone on the okcupid site that I thought was her, and after much deliberating, I sent the person in question a message, only to find out that it is indeed the same girl.
Anyway, that was a couple of months ago. She was making some "Don't be stalking me now, ya hear" comment last week, and I told her that since she smokes, I would not ever dream of such a thing, I then outlined my "Women who smoke" logic to her. The same sort of conversation came about today, and she answered the smoking rebuttal with "I'm trying to quit."
I was all "Damn it." She then proceeded to gripe about her work schedule for the rest of this night and the morrow. I told her she was safe from my alleged stalking, and she decided that she needed to rearrange her work schedule so as to facilitate my stalking of her.
Needless to say, I was slightly creeped out by this.