Huh

I'm distracting myself from the explosion of evil outlook-express-related disasters by transferring a bunch of things I downloaded at work onto my nifty new 80GB external Firewire/USB2.0 hard drive. Oh yeah - that felt good to say. I got some hard drive right here for ya, baby. Let me show you my... storage space.

snerk

So I finally got around to watching Nick Carter's Help Me. Free ass got me two things: Savage Garden and Alex Krycek. The first is the sound - SG is one of the artists I'll put on repeat, so I've gotten to know them fairly well (for me - I'm fully aware that music is not a strong point with me). The second has got to be the leather jacket. It's these flashes, watching the video - simple moments and tricks of light, where the not-smile on his face could be that of Nick Lea's instead.

Excerpts from a letter

"Do you live like people who live paycheck to paycheck but rather it is booksale to booksale?"

Yes, actually.

Shark-toothed fellater of diseased weasels

So I finally talked to Chuckles the Slumlord's weas- er, lawyer.

He tried to get me off track and basically told me that he couldn't get any money out of Chuckles, so sorry, see you in court.

You bet your gaping, un-lubed prison-bitch ass, buddy. May rabid squirrels devour your balls, you blind, cowering molester of retarded marmosets.

Back to Plan A: Sue his ass, get the judgment, file a lien against his property, get the money a couple years down the line and maybe even get him investigated for fraud. Oh yeah, prison time would look good on Chuckles the Slumlord. I guarantee it.