Jumping Jesus, I’m hungover. Better than still being drunk [this morning] while at work. Maintaining focus proved to be difficult. I’d say it was worth it, though - I had a blast.

I arrived at Dylan and Adam’s for beverages and banter. We talked shop, bigtime. The geek-factor was intense and, at one point, I noticed that we were being quite loud. Drunken-frat-boy-loud. By the time we began the hike to Mac’s, I was well-lit.

The band that played prior to the Hard Lesson’s was great. The lead singer had that ‘I don’t care about anything’ expression on his face the whole time. He was like Liam Gallagher, but cool. If anyone knows what the band was called, let daddy know. [daddy=me] [seriously]

The Hard Lessons rocked as usual, though I only stayed for half of their set. I was absolutely trashed and, knowing that I had to work at 7am the next day, felt it wise to get some sleep. I recall barely being able to talk and buying Alia a few beers [I don't know why; she dislikes me]. Apparently, I drunk-dialed, too. Yay for beer!

I never drink and drive, so when I got back Adam and Dylan’s place, I slept in the car. Smart Master 6000 [me] even set an alarm on the cellphone. Did it wake me? Shit no, it didn’t. Shannon did, though. She’s the reason that I was only an hour late for work. Good girl! I awoke in the passenger seat with no shoes or belt on and my feet hanging out the window. Did I mention that I love sunroofs? I zipped home, showered, and went to work. Tons of fun.

An aside: I woke up smelling like bum-feet. What the shit was that all about?

Jolt Cola is keeping me sharp [or, sharp-like].

Da****gh: when are you going to india?
dizzoknows: Nov. 15.
Da****gh: coo
Da****gh: what are you doing Sept 11?
dizzoknows: Staying the fuck away from tall buildings. You?

It’s morning and I’m tired. I should have brought the iPod to work today as I am in dire need of some wake-up music. No matter, Jolt Cola will fix me. Any Jolt fans out there? That shit’s the shit.

I made Hamburger Helper Stronganoff last night and it was the cat’s meow. I could have consumed the entire box, but wanted to take some to work today. It’s in the fridge right now… calling my name.

I’m still without a computer. Acer says that they received it on the 4th, but are completed the repair. I’m curious as to how long it really takes to remove the current lid and attach a new one. Come on, Acer…I’m dying here. Have I gotten ‘frisky’ while my computer was in the shop? Of course. Do I own any pornagraphy to appease the ‘visual need’ that psychologist mention when talking about how a man’s sexual-brain works? Or course not. Thank god for the Shannon Elizabeth strip-scene in American Pie…

The other day, I was waiting to pull out onto Cedar St. when I had a completely surreal moment. Cedar St. is a five-lane road in the middle of Lansing. The speed limit in that area is 45 mph. In the lane closest to me, an old, beat-up Chevy Celebrity was traveling at no more than 15 or 20 mph. As the distance between my car and it lessened, I noticed that it was full of junk. It was the wagon model, so there was quite a bit; trash bags, clothing, newspapers, etc. Here’s where it gets weird… The driver of this barely-moving heap was a clown. An actual clown, complete with the painted face and big, red nose. She was female and had a ratty, blue wig on. Her attire was baggy and white with splashes of color here and there. She was smiling but appeared lifeless. She didn’t move. She didn’t blink. She just sat very still and smiled. It was as if she were frozen. It was like something out of a creepy movie. Time slowed down and I just stared.

The lid of my laptop is cracking a bit, so I’ve sent it back to Acer to fix. In the meantime, I have no computer other than the one I use at work. Shoot me. It’s not all that bad… fuck that; yes it is.

I saw the new Chocolate Factory. It was neat. I thoroughly dug the Oompa Loompas but feel that Depp overacted a bit. Not his fault, I’m sure, as the role almost calls for it. I prefer Gene’s portrayal.

While driving down the street I live on, I noticed that one of the telephone poles was on fire. The whole thing, from the ground up to the transformer that sat otop it was in flames. Wires, too. It was like a 50 foot campfire. It was beautiful.

I no longer have my cat. A family with more members [scratching posts], a larger home [puke-receptacle], and a yard [boundless litter box] wanted her. I knew it’d be best for her but was sullen after shipping her off. So sullen, in fact, that I had no choice but to clean until my apartment sparkled. That wasn’t enough, though. I had to take it to the next level - partook in the consumption of the carnal delight that is the Triple Chocolate Meltdown from Applebee’s. Did it help? No, but it tasted darn yummy.

My new iPod case is sweet. It’s the Agent18 ClickShield. It’s hard plastic and clear so as not to hide the little, white beauty. I also snagged the iPod remote [free of charge] and am now officially one with iPizzo. That’s his name.

Yeah, I named it. Why are you looking at me like that?

I’m making a trip to KY again on the 2nd of Sept. I’m very excited. The company is top-notch. Pair that up with the local flea-market - heaven.

Did I forget anything? hmmm.. How about a few mini-missives! Here goes..

Dear urban-dressing people with the t-shirts that are long enough to choke a hippo, you look fucking silly…like a clown. Keep that shit up and you’ll out-do the goths.

Dear goths, yeah, I said it.

Dear Comcast, T-Mobile, and Fed-Ex, you’re service sucks. I hope you all have vomiting fits until next February.

Dear G.W. Bush, I see in the news that you’re trying to get creation taught in public schools. How lame. Separation of church and state happened for a reason, you dolt.

‘you ever notice that people who believe in creationism look really un-evolved?’ - Bill Hicks