Friday, May 23, 2003
Yes, Trav. Five whole days. I've been too busy reveling in the glory of The Matrix that I haven't had time to blog. Actually, I've been catching up in my classes and getting some work done. See, I have this big research project for math, we're looking at linear algebra applications in Game Theory. Ever heard of the Prisoner's Dilemma? Well, look it up. I'm not going to explain it here. Anyway, went to Staples, got myself a sweet ass bookshelf. Really, its shaped like an ass. Its pretty sweet. Only $24, thats the cheepest ass I'll ever buy. (Well, as Julia pointed out, Lisa's will be a bit cheaper. And, Matt is a $2.00 ho, but I don't really want that...) So, after Staples, continued onward to Office Depo. The store with the mispronounced name that should be pronounced not french-like. They had two nice desks both at half off, and they went rather well together, maybe I'll get both....
Anyhow, none of that is important. The important part is that last night, Julia and I decided that when we're both 80 years old, we're really going to fuck with people. We're going to get together, and become the neighborhood witch / perverted old man. We'll be excruciatingly cruel to the neighborhood kids, while being sweet to the parents. Hehe. Ball over my fence, kids? Well, you'd better be willing to brave the barbed wire, or, go through the hole in the fence, through my rose bushes. Mwahahaha! Not only that, but we'll have pot growing in our back yard for "medicinal purposes." We'll never touch it, but just let the local kids know that its there and that they can't have it. Julia is going to have 17 cats, cats that will always meow, and we'll make the neighborhood kids look over them when we disapear for no aparent reason. Oh, and in the front of our house, we'll have huge speakers that will alternate blasting the cats' meows and the latest music of the day. The kids will think we're trying to be hip and cool, or whatever new words they make up for that sort of conformist bullshit. And that will make the only the more frustrated. Their hate will transform them into dark minions of destruction that will be mine to control! Ahh ah ah ahhaha haha haha ah ahh ah ahhh ahhh aww. I look forward to sitting on my front porch in a rocking chair, polishing my shotgun, overlooking our front lawn's overgrowth of weeds. If I'm lucky, I'll get to shoot someone's cat that wanders onto my property. If the bear traps and randomly dispersed garden gnomes don't devourer it first. Hehe. And, perhaps, if we want to be really perverted, we could post pictures of the two of us around the block. Ahahha! The worst sight anyone would ever want to see. Old people sex! Ahahahha! Okay, that was a little gross. Oh well, as long as it scares them for the rest of their miserable little lives.
Anyhow, none of that is important. The important part is that last night, Julia and I decided that when we're both 80 years old, we're really going to fuck with people. We're going to get together, and become the neighborhood witch / perverted old man. We'll be excruciatingly cruel to the neighborhood kids, while being sweet to the parents. Hehe. Ball over my fence, kids? Well, you'd better be willing to brave the barbed wire, or, go through the hole in the fence, through my rose bushes. Mwahahaha! Not only that, but we'll have pot growing in our back yard for "medicinal purposes." We'll never touch it, but just let the local kids know that its there and that they can't have it. Julia is going to have 17 cats, cats that will always meow, and we'll make the neighborhood kids look over them when we disapear for no aparent reason. Oh, and in the front of our house, we'll have huge speakers that will alternate blasting the cats' meows and the latest music of the day. The kids will think we're trying to be hip and cool, or whatever new words they make up for that sort of conformist bullshit. And that will make the only the more frustrated. Their hate will transform them into dark minions of destruction that will be mine to control! Ahh ah ah ahhaha haha haha ah ahh ah ahhh ahhh aww. I look forward to sitting on my front porch in a rocking chair, polishing my shotgun, overlooking our front lawn's overgrowth of weeds. If I'm lucky, I'll get to shoot someone's cat that wanders onto my property. If the bear traps and randomly dispersed garden gnomes don't devourer it first. Hehe. And, perhaps, if we want to be really perverted, we could post pictures of the two of us around the block. Ahahha! The worst sight anyone would ever want to see. Old people sex! Ahahahha! Okay, that was a little gross. Oh well, as long as it scares them for the rest of their miserable little lives.
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