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hello couch potatoes,

the plus-shaped cursor turns on channel me.

the green button takes you to the tagboard

and the brown round one turns on archives and exits.

happy surfing,

Monday, November 12

t.o.w. all the bad timing

This is a week where Murphy's Law is just about hitting the nail on the head. Except that Murphy's Law is sledgehammer that weighs 15 tons, banging in a nail on my head.

1. The realisation that despite the improvements in technology of communication, the real limiting factor to dialogue is none but man himself.

2. The incredibly fucked up timing of things.

3. The dawning that things are far worst then I singled them out to be.

4. The yearning and yet the inertia to get things going.

5. The uncertainty of things.

6. The crisis of individual personification.

7. The fact that my scalp hurts when I pull on my hair doesn't help.

Oh, Come on!

kenn thwacked an asshat munchkin' at 9:49 PM