Where's my giant looney tunes gangsta t-shirt?

Right now I'm completely stuck in 1996. I blasting Silverchair, stuffing my face and tuning out everyone around me and not even GIVING a shit. 

Granted some things are different, like I'm at work and I have headphones in so as not to disturb my coworkers with my rock...and I'm eating an apple instead of a hot pocket.

Man.

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UPDATE:What's weird about this post? I hadn't even watched the latest LOST yet. That, and Donnie Darko is randomly on-demand now. WTF is happening?

Hello? Is there anybody in there?

I'm proud to say that this posting was brought to you by my mobile
phone and Gmail. So in case I witness a murder or can't keep my drunk
quiet or find a quarter, i don't have to get to a computer to be an
asshole. I can do it right from...well in this case, my office...where
I'm surrounded by literally nine computers. What a maroon.

If only my coffee was a little more Irish

C/O Bohara

This is my favorite thing today, and the way things are going, probably this week.

http://garfieldminusgarfield.tumblr.com

My favorite is evil Jon after he's notified of the restraining order.

I wondered if this would work with Calvin and Hobbes but then realized it already is that way. Anyway, funny.

Re: Vamp

It's only been four days and I'm already unhealthily obsessed with this blog. So sorry it's hard to read now. I constantly sacrifice function for style. Here's a tip: highlight.

Hi, Joe!

Little gray horror

No deal, Freddie. No deal.

Just as soon as the blog exists, blogging disaster strikes. Last night my kitty got all cut and tied and sewn back up again. The days and nights of rancid howling are over thankfully, and to celebrate I wrote the penultimate history of Edith. Well, it all went the way of Betamax when my cellphone refused to post said epic, and in a predictable twist of fate, I removed the battery today to rest the thing. POOFO! Gone. (Poofo was a keepo btw [typo + keepin' it = keepo]) The ironic thing is the reason I was resetting the phone was to install this program that would let me cut and paste the blog entry into a text message so I wouldn't lose it. Maybe that's not ironic so much as idiotic.

At any rate, my cat's fixed and it only took five years. Of course we still have yet to put the cosmo cone around her neck because we enjoy our faces and would like to keep them from being eaten off. Here's hoping the little monster lightens up a bit, cause dammit if she isn't milking this post-surgery trauma thing.