Geek day: I registered with photobucket.com and with Google's gmail. So now I have an online place to store photos and a mail service that lets me receive big fat ass Power Point slide animations with babies, kittens and angels threatening me to pass it along to twenty friends in twenty seconds or I die in the next twenty minutes...

Of course, the only pics in my photobucket album is of my most recent addition: Hellblazer, the comic reading kitty. He likes the pictures but, as you can see, falls asleep at the big words...

Matador's widow, Cyclops, killed one of the kittens. Oh, well, mommy should know best. Come to think of it, no, she doesn't...This morning I saw her picking (trying to murder?) another of the kittens up. When she saw me watching her, she dropped him and pretended to be watching a Mickey Mouse movie in the sky. That damn cat is creepy. No good natured one-eyed kitten (she is only 8 months old) would have survived feral life. She is a cat to watch.

I made the cover story of the newspaper this week. I also discovered the gruesome process of "padding" when you have neglected all other news stories for THE COVER... Let's see if this week I work as I should. No Internet stories, no encyclopedias, no winging it from memory. Pure and simple investigative reporting about the titillating lives of hospitals in the western part of the island. *Zzzzzz*, oops, sorry....

Joy... Joy... Matador's widow gave birth to one, two, three, FOUR kittens. NONE of them look like Matador, seems to me she was screwing around on him and when he found out , commited suicide under a Jeep Liberty...

This is another reason why the Catholic Church won't win me back anytime soon:

Vatican Cracks Down on Liturgical Abuses

Roll down to the last paragraphs where it states the following:

"The gesture of exchanging the peace greeting should only be done 'to those who are nearest and in a sober manner.'"

WTF?! The best priests I know get down from their high places to greet their parishioners. This tells them: keep your distance. I choose not to stray far from where I stand, but hell if you want to say hi to somebody over three benches away, greet away... I mean, common sense should rule here and no matter how boisterous the peace greeting is, I have never seen a Mass run too long because of it. In fact, this is more or less the moment when I wake up after the Gospel...

This comes along in a new wave of micromanaging shit flung at us by all types of authorities: no low rise jeans in LA, no female piercing of genitals in GA, no gay marriages anywhere, radio shows off the air, five second taping delay, the absolute prohibition on television of "'shit', 'piss', 'fuck', 'cunt', 'asshole', and the phrases 'cock sucker', 'mother fucker', and 'ass hole', compound use (including hyphenated compounds) of such words and phrases with each other or with other words or phrases, and other grammatical forms of such words and phrases (including verb, adjective, gerund, participle, and infinitive forms).'" Well, the land of the free is becoming the land of the prude. The down side is whatever happens in the U.S., it affects us here, no matter if we want it or not... I thought these people would have their times and hands full figuring out how to get more resources to soldiers in Iraq, where they are fucking dying because they are tired and nobody is eager to replace them. Soldiers have to stay put indefinitely because these political shits are too busy covering too many bases during election year, running military campaigns all over the place with few human resources. Decide: take a shit or get off the can, just don't sit there...

Been working a lot. This is good, because now I work more or less my own schedule. I just HAVE to be there on Mondays and leave everything ready by Friday afternoon. In just one week I have interviewed one mayor, one governor candidate, next week, if nothing else news-wise happens, I make the cover, weeee! This is such fun. Can't believe it; of course when I see the paycheck I will believe it. A $500 monthly paycut is something you believe in, but I am not sorry. In fact, the original drive behind my escape to college is kind of gone, since I still have no desire to leave my new job. Let's see how everything goes. I promise to keep my grades up and not drop out, though I will take summer off.

Need to find a nonfiction writing technique book. I am going crazy with all the synonyms for he said: said, stated, declared, emphatized, concluded, interjected, contradicted, farted, etc. Also my boss bought me a refurbished digital Olympus Camedia C-2100 camera! On E-Bay! Discontinued! With no User Manual! Shit. For the moment I will just point, shoot and pray...

Girls: I think it is time to change the computer wallpaper:

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY, PONY!!

Someday you will be mine...

I never thought that I would be saying this during 2004, so here it goes: I love my job.

Even the bad pales in comparison (low wages, camera's batteries run out just when the person I need to interview arrives). All these years hating my guts for working at Copymax, feeling shame at the futility of spending 40 hours of my week pulling out staples and pressing the buttons on the copier until the numbers on the pads fade away because it has been six long years, and yes, I just noticed the counter's lacquered surface has worn away, but how can that happen so fast because it was just 1997 and I had a few spiky white hairs above my forehead but now people ask if it's some kind of birthmark, no it is not; girl! I will dye your hair for free because you are such a good friend, I wish you could be my friend too, but you see I already have my very dear friends and I have decided that I don't want any more because you are never going to live up to their example of what a good friend is.

Life is sad in general, but at least I really, really love my job...

Late Easter gurgly cuteness.

I am not in the mood for making sense, so here it goes:

- Lately, I am being reminded of a piece of dialogue in "Dogma":
Metatron: "You people. If there isn't a movie about it, it's not worth knowing about, is it?"

- Good Friday procession. Low attendance, and the few present didn't seem more penitent than I was. Maybe the floats weren't as cinematographic as "The Passion of the Christ" by Gibson.

- I am not having second thoughts about Ozzfest. I am just having second thoughts about the Party Like a Rock Star tickets. It seems they are overpriced. You won't get much more than an autographed program and a meet and greet with the lighting techs. Maybe the money would be better spent in good seats.

- Nobody has told me how much I earn now. Nobody has time to sit down and talk to me. Communication breakdown.

-My mom's psychiatrist has gone on vacation for a month. So I get to experience my mother's manic depression in full living color mode. Oh, joy.

-Been watching Snatch too much lately. The whole movie's point is the dialogue:

Brick Top: "Do you know what "nemesis" means? A righteous infliction of retribution manifested by an appropriate agent. Personified in this case by an 'orrible cunt... me. "

Bullet Tooth Tony: A bookie's got blagged last night.
Avi: Blagged? Do me a favor, Tony, speak English. I thought this country spawned the fucking language, and so far nobody seems to speak it.

Bullet Tooth Tony: "Now, dicks have drive and clarity of vision, but they are not clever. They smell pussy and they want a piece of the action. And you thought you smelled some good old pussy, and have brought your two small mincey faggot balls along for a good old time. But you've got your parties mangled up. There's no pussy here, just a dose that'll make you wish you were born a woman. Like a prick, you are having second thoughts. You are shrinking, and your two little balls are shrinking with ya. The fact that you've got "Replica" written down the side of your gun. And the fact that I've got "Desert Eagle point five O" written on the side of mine, should precipitate your balls into shrinking, along with your presence. Now... Fuck off. "

Good day today. I got an apology at the old job and a new job. We have a meeting tomorrow to work out the details and make it official. I am now junior-amateur-assistant-rudimentary-level reporter AND graphic designer for a regional birdcage liner, erm, newspaper. I MUST NOT fuck this up.

L: Zakk Wylde and Dave Lombardo called. They say they are going to give me a break, so the Tampa tickets are now going on sale on May 1 . Now: erase the April 10 date and replace it with May 1. Please, concentrate. I know you can do it. Forget April 10 and remember May 1.
( Remember how you lost us in the Village going from 8th to 11th, and how you couldn't get out of the Ponderosa parking lot at the Mall? I fear you, L, I really do).

More free time means: more Internet quizzes!

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