And then I was all...
02.26.2004 - Then I drift away, holding paws with Dog and humming "Bela Lugosi's Dead".
02.24.2004 - Only, all I can think of is "Buy this fucking app or I'll pull your guts out your fucking asshole and use them to play 'La Bamba', you pussy."
02.22.2004 - He leaves a vacuum in his wake, the house is too quiet and the clocks are too loud.
02.18.2004 - Iím (only!) thirty, Iíve got everything in front of me.
02.17.2004 - The predominate smell was egg, with an underlying assiness.
02.15.2004 - The theme of my weekend thus far: booze and uncooked seafood.
02.13.2004 - They might just be stories, but they're real.
02.11.2004 - This hot night, this shutter-flash of other peoplesí lives, this perfect moment.
02.10.2004 - Also, you have to read my friend Scott's profoundly awesome essay on margarine.
02.08.2004 - Over the weekend, Dog began to exhibit some very strange and embarrassing behavior.
02.06.2004 - Actually, she doesn't so much "run on the beach", it's more like she "swims straight out to sea".
02.04.2004 - So, I had a Harry Potter book, a corny looking science fiction paperback - what else could I do but comb the graphic novel section?
02.03.2004 - Not all the time, but in general maybe a little less with the I-look-like-shit routine.
02.02.2004 - Workplace is comprised of hardcore, old school geeks, in other words.
02.01.2004 - Me: ďUh. Mah. GAH. OMAGAH.Ē
01.29.2004 - Aside from the lingering poop-guilt, I've been snickering all day because of a voicemail I listened to this morning.
01.28.2004 - "Doin' it scuba nerd!"
01.26.2004 - It's possible he also believes a hot dog is, by default, an empty bun.
01.22.2004 - Nestled cosily in the follicles of her long, dusky eyelashes were untold numbers of Demodex folliculorum, less than 0.4 mm long.
01.19.2004 - You know what makes a cool magnet? Benicio, man. Thatís a lotta white china.
01.18.2004 - Where there were none, now there are nine.
01.15.2004 - Except when your body is horizontal for like 20 hours a day you donít really get much done.
01.13.2004 - JB: "Heh. 'Dirty Sanchez! Do I have a Dirty Sanchez in the house? I'm looking for a Dirty Sanchez!'"
01.12.2004 - Four days of standing and yammering endlessly about our products? Whurrrrrrgh.
01.04.2004 - Panicked, I combed my brain for toilet-related knowledge, but could only produce Handle: Jiggling The, which proved to have no effect on the tide of doom whatsoever.
01.03.2004 - Youíre the one who decided New Yearís Eve would be a good time to propose.