Saturday, October 20, 2001

 
There really is nothing that quite compares to the pleasure of having altercations with inanimate objects-- particularly those that I have myself paid for. Generally differing from day to day, I fight with the car, with the damn computer, with the humanoid looking automatons at the Carl's Jr. up the street. Always to no avail.

Speaking of which, I actually bought that third DVD player. They win again.

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