Greetings...
So who's seen the Star Wars movie?
Did ya like it?
All in favor, say "Mrrwaaaaah". (Wookie joke)
Okay, I haven't seen it. In fact, the last movie I saw in the theater was
the 9/11 movie. I know that's f%#@&&*-sad.
So, my little marzipan pigs, let me tell you the deal:
1. According to the Post I'm an "Indie Yuppie".
Because I go to Starbucks; because I own a vintage t-shirt;
maybe because I have a job where my boss changes the time on my time
sheet (to pay me less) and I feel I'm in an eternal time suck vortex
that depresses the ever-lovin' shit out of me.
Oh--take me away to Xanadu (wait, I can't rollerskate).
Yes, that's right; I just referenced that '80's classic. Well, not a classic
but leave me with my sad memories of my youth.
Sorry--I digress--I'm a yuppie because I own an iPod; that's it.
Guess what I did last week?
I had my gums scraped. It's called "scaling and root planing"
or, as I like to call it:
SWEET JESUS YOU'RE KILLING ME THIS IS THE WORST PAIN I'VE EVER BEEN IN
PLEASE KILL ME ALREADY SWEET LORD YOU ARE THE BRIDE OF SATAN GET ME A
PRIEST, GIVE ME LAST RIGHTS...
Anyway, my mouth still hurts.
All this pent up bitchin' has tuckered me out.
Talk to ya later.
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