on the way to work
2002-04-25 / 9:14 a.m.

I saw this guy walking down I-80 with a young girl who had pink hair. He held a sign that read SanFran. I have thoughts about that. I don't know what exactly, but thoughts. I should be in SF right now, sitting out on the pier with my sourdough bread bowl filled with steaming hot clam chowder. Freezing my ass off.

About a mile down the road I saw a white hardhat. I have thoughts about that too, altho not many.

I'm wearing this purple and white tongue ring today. Yesterday it felt all wrong since it didn't match my outfit. Normally I don't care about that but yesterday I did. It's not like it matches todays outfit either. So I'm chewing gum and it likes to stick to this particular ring. It gets all balled up on the top. Damn it.

Booger is a brat. I hear what I think is the cat trying to cough up a hairball. After about 30 seconds of this, I go into the bathroom to find my daughter has been choking the damn cat. Now how does she explain this? At first she lies her ass off and then finally gives in after she sees I'm not giving up. "She scratched me" she says. I go on to tell her that the cat only has hind claws and only scratches either on accident or if she's being annoyed. I know Booger picks her up constantly and I also know that cat puts up with alot of "lovin" from Booger. I've warned her... if the cat wants down, let her down. Now Booger has been ordered to stay away from poor kitty. I'll have to talk with Thug about this. It's not good. I'm afraid I'll have to get rid of the cat and send Booger to counseling. She's not a monster but I see things in her that aren't right. She plays well with others, for the most part I don't have to worry. But somethings not right. I wish Thug would listen to me about this.

Ok, I've been interupted by the office dickhead.