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Monday, September 17, 2001
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Vagueness, start your engines!

I forgot to mention, this weekend, Ego hung out cum puella. Erat like pulling teeth. I've realized that we just aren't amici anymore. It's more me though. I just have nihil vocare to her. Miserabilis est. Sed erat asking for it.



What a weekend. In light of all the horrible happenings, it was good to kind of relax this weekend, and not watch much tv. Friday night...went out with Josh, Mac, Pauline, Christine, and Grace. Good times. Had beer and soju. Threw up. Not good times. And Josh, Grace wasn't that horrible.

Had a shopping spree on Saturday, I'm a shopping whore. I swear I ain't gay.

My brain hurts, and I don't want to be at work today. I can't write.

Oh yeah, Josh, the new Saves the Day album you gave me to listen to. Oi vey, STD still sucks my ass. The music is good, but good grief, can Chris write any worse lyrics? "I can't stomach, stomach calling you"? What the f? "If you have a quarter, you can stick it in my neck"? What the f? Hahaha, worse lyrics on earth.



Thursday, September 13, 2001
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Haha, I'm sitting here, watching TV, and they're doing a story on the people who are at the airports. These people are idiots. Some are complaining that the service is slow. Or that their flight is canceled. Or there's no one there to answer their pathetic questions. Boo hoo. People are so f ing stupid and selfish. Too bad that your flight got cancelled, or that you have to wait in the sun. Try being a person, stuck under 6,000 tons of concrete and steel, waiting to be rescued, or waiting to die. Or how about waiting to hear if your friend or family member is still alive. Try that on for size. Idiots.


Another day. Things are slowly turning back to "normal" over here. Work is still slow, and all of our bosses are still in NYC. Crazy stuff.

Last night was a good change of pace though. I went home early from work, and did absolutely nothing at home. Josh and Jo called me up and we went to a rad Korean BBQ place in K-town. Met up with Pauline and Susan, and ate a crap load of good Korean food. I got inebriated. Afterwards, we went to see Susan's new place by USC and met her roommates. Jo, Pauline, Susan and the others were planning to go to a friend's bday gathering at Green Belt, so Josh and I decided to go for a little while. We went, had laughs, and I got inebriated again. I swear, Josh and his friends are evil.

Sorry if the above is pretty pointless and dumb. But it feels good to once again type about bullshite and nothing serious amidst all this tragedy. I hear they just rescued 5 firefighters from a buried SUV. God bless their hearts.



Wednesday, September 12, 2001
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I'm at work. It's weird. But I'm glad that I didn't have to lose another day of work...that would have meant, it was because something went wrong, again, or things were still unsafe. So I'm glad to be here.

I was on the Giant Robot Message Board, and they were talking about this incident. One girl, posted that, she's upset with our government, she's always thought the U.S. sucked ass and stuff like that, but that in this case, she was behind "the people" and not the governement. This really pisses me off. All these American people who burn American flags, talk shit about the U.S., and complain complain complain. Now, I'm not saying, you have to be happy with everything the U.S. does, but fuck, if you're going to complain so much, why don't they just move the fuck out of the U.S? These stupid, naive little asses take for granted, what we have in the States. They don't realize that even our poor, are nothing compared to the poor of a 3rd world coutnry. That we truly are free, and this freedom, is being taken advantage by these idiot hippies. You stupid hippies...if it wasn't for the freedom you were protesting, then you'd be shot dead on the spot. F ing idiots. It's a free freaking country, if you hate it so much, get the fuck out.



Tuesday, September 11, 2001
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Crap, just saw on the Red Cross website that I can't give blood, because I've had a tattoo in the last 12 months. But that gives you no excuse not to go and give. Do it. I'm watching the news still...and I gotta say, President Bush is doing a good job of keeping his composure and calm. Everyone makes fun of him, and criticizes his policies, but we should definitely now, stand behind him, and support the government. Now they're showing Bin Laden. What a fucking disgusting militant pig. Just makes me sick. But with stuff like this, we can't let our emotions overpower us and give in to the human nature of the need to place blame. But still, I just want to say, "Those f ing Islamic Fundamentalists...they should die." But I know it's wrong. Shite...it's a big ball of emotions. Anger, sadness, retaliation, sympathy, anxiety, relief, etc. So weird. I do know one thing though, I've seen people who've had comments that the U.S. should have expected something like this. Fuck that. There's is NO excuse for something like this to happen. F ing coward terrorists.

Oh yeah, thanks Christine, for those kind words ; )



Today was odd. It was so surreal. My day went as normal as it could. Josh and I and then other friends, just watched videos, played video games, and carried on "normally." All day, the tv's have been covering this disgusting situation. If I don't have work again tomorrow, Josh and I are going to go donate blood. You should too if you have nothing to do. The Red Cross hotline is 800.448.3543. Godspeed to all those people who are trying/tried to save others after the disasters.


I can't believe it. I was sleeping this morning, when Jen called me and told me to turn on the tv. She was crying, so it was something bad. I turned on the tv, and saw the attacks. Freaking terrorsist crashed planes in NY and the Pentagon. I can't believe it. How could this happen? I'm in shock. I can't believe it. Jen was crying, because lots of our work people are in NY right now, but thank God, they were by Times Square, and that's not very close to the World Trade Center.

Shite, now they're saying they've found a bomb in a high school. How the f can someone stoop so low to knowingly kill innocent women and children, and now an f ing high school. What the f does that have to do with terrorism. What ever happens, I feel really bad for Palestinians and Muslims. There's going to be retaliation, whether official, or some normal joe off the street is going to do something. This is frightening. I can't believe it.



Monday, September 10, 2001
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Oh yeah, you gots about 2 days to enter the first ever, Maybe I'll Catch Fire's "I Can Win Cool Crap" Contest. Hurry up...I've got a good response so far, but if more people actually enter, I'll give away cooler crap. Yeah, I'm that nice.

Oh and this week rocks. All the head honchos from our department are in NY for meetings. The kids are home alone. Nice.



Sunday, September 09, 2001
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Odd, Kimmie keeps telling me the weirdest shite when we talk online. She keeps insisting that she is Uncle Joey from Full House. It kind of scares me when she does this, but I guess, whatever floats your boat. Oh yeah, and she loves Sum 41.


Welcome back fellow readers...JKC just came back from a pretty rad weekend. Let's start with Friday shall we?

Josh and I headed down to Koreatown to meet some people at Green Belt. Mind you, this was my first time ever going to a K-town club/bar, so I was kind of frightened. Yes, frightened by my own kind...Koreans scare me. I had an f-ing blast...drinking lemon and apple soju. and gosh darnit, Josh is evil...and so are his friends. They got me inebriated. Especially Christine and Pauline. They pretend to be so innocent, but they continuously made me drink. Yeah, THEY made me. Ha. Man, soju rocks. So that night, Josh convinces me to go to Vegas with him and the others for the weekend. So, that's where I've been...good ol' Vegas. I freaking lost $21.50 because of gambling. I'm f ing tired right now too.

Anyways, you can go to the photo section to check out some pictures I took.



Friday, September 07, 2001
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Here's a story that may be pretty boring, but for you kids out there that have financial troubles, this may help.

So, my credit card bill has been steadily climbing, and I was getting raped by Citibank with a 16.9% APR. I called and asked them if they could lower it, so they lowered it to 14.9%. Still not good enough. So, I applied for a Capital One card, with a 9.9% APR and no balance transfer fee. I got my card, transfered what was on my Citibank to Capital One, and then called Citibank to cancel that card. As I was talking to the guy, I told him why I was cancelling and he said what kind of APR I was getting with Capital. I told him, and then he said, well, we're having a promotion of 4.9% APR! Once Citibank got paid by Capital One, he said he'd call me, transfer my money back to Citibank from Capital, and then I'd get a 4.9% APR...and it lasts until I pay it off! Hot damn...from 16.9 to 4.9. That's quite a damn deal.

So that's my small victory over credit debt. What's the lesson? I don't know, I'm just sore from softball yesterday. Rad.



This morning, I've determined that I'm the King of Bitterness. And my crown is a pile of shit. And I've also determined that Jet's to Brazil's I Typed for Miles is the most bitter song on earth. It shall be my theme song.

They're playing love songs on the radio tonight,
I don't get those songs on mine.
You keep fucking up my life.
You keep fucking up my life.
You keep fucking up my life.
You keep fucking up my life.

So beautiful, it makes me want to cry. *sniff*

Damn...I think...I think.......I'm turning.......EMO. Gaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!



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