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04.28.04 - 9:59 p.m. Been a long time. Let's talk random, 'K? Trying to quit smoking again. I think I like the patch more than smoking. I could really get into this...though, I'm thinking the proper response to Nicoderm is not to get addicted to the patch. Gives ya damn groovy dreams. President Bush, in my opinion, is still an idiot, and seems to acquire more idiocy as the days go by. Just my opinion. But, come on...it HAS to be yours, too? I got a promotion at work...I am now the Assistant Manager. Not really gonna rant about work...it's bad enough it consumes such a large portion of my life. And consume is truly the best verb for that sentence. I bought a new wind chime. I forgot how much I love the sound of a good wind chime. Note: "good" I abhore the sound of of a cheap clunky windchime, for example a Redneck windchime, which would be 5 exhaust pipes tied by twine rope to the limb of the 'ol Buckeye tree. I planted lots of, um, plants in the backyard. I realized last year planting full sun plants in a yard completly shaded isn't a bright idea. So, this year it's all about woodland plants. Plants that thrive in the shadow of trees. My family is back to normal. No surprise there...we've perfected the art of denial so even something that would be major in a functional family, such as child molestation, is just another day in the park for our Dysfamily history. I've given up on molding people into my ideal. So, fucked up things happen to good people, and no one is truly 'Good', as in without 'bad,' so deal and move on. Hell, I used to kill ants with a magnifying glass on the weekends, so who am I to judge? For some reason I am sick of Oprah. I'm thinking its because I've seen her "Oprah, after the show." After the show? If it's over...then go home Oprah! I heard her say once that people didn't really need anti-depressants, that they should just learn to think positively and good things will come to them. I imagined all of these stay-at-home moms, and awkward teen-age gay boys who skipped school and are home watching the O, and they hear the words and dump the prescriptions down the sink, or in the toilet, or somewhere that signifies 'throwing away...' Anyway, they try to do the "think positive" thing, and since they are clinically fucked up...they go on a downward spiral and end up carving the word happy into their wrists and bleeding to death in the bathtub. So, yeah, dumb thing to say Oprah...the truth is, only like .5% of us are gonna get lucky and have so much money we can wipe our ass with it and auction it off for 10 times what its worth on Ebay. Some people need a little Prozac to even look at themselves in the mirror everyday...but then for those people there's always "The Swan." Okay, so "The Swan," Where the fuck are we in this cultural timeline where a show like "The Swan" is aired on T.V. and no one sees that this HAS to be some kind of warning sign. So, now you can't be 'plain' anymore? First there was "Queer Eye for the Straight Guy," and I let that go because it's NOT a make-over show, it's a make-BETTER show. But the swan...come on? So, the message here is if you are not mathmatically beautful, then you will never truly be happy. I wonder if Oprah knows about this rule, cuz thinking positive isn't nearly as effective as a really good Rhinoplasty and chemical peal. Okay, that's all I got for now. Spring is Sprunging and I am reminded of things waking up. These could be good times...I hear my chimes out back. That's nice. Maybe I'll write more often. Who knows...I'm kind of random, aren't you?
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