Diva
04-08-02, 08:23PM
"Howdi Neighbor!" Code For "What's His Name Again?"
I've got a great apartment complex. Everyone is really mellow. You hardly hear a peep out of em. I've lived here over seven years and only know the manager. The others are just doors opening and closing. Wait! I hear keys! *fumbles for the door. It opens just as the neighbor closed theirs* Shit. Missed em again. Seriously, the only time we all ever come out at the same time is after an Earthquake or the usual moronic car accident. The stretch right by my house is just long enough to get up to a really good speed... and then flip/crash/whatever. Stupid people tricks. So we all shuffle out, point, laugh and chit chat til the tow truck drags the latest carnage away. I have no pity for drunk drivers. And they always are.
Today was a day of remembrance of the horrific events that happened earlier in the week. All in all, Bush did a good job. Hey, I can also say positive things. Better save this page, though. The church/cathedral/Mosk/Temple was very beautiful. There was a packed house of all the powerful men in our Government, both past and present. This one soloist blew me away. All of the alter boys and girls were absolutely wonderful. So sweet and innocent. They only had one really big statue of Jesus on the cross that I saw. No offense, guys... But making a shrine where the hero is nailed/cut/thorned hat/etc... as the centerpiece for remembrance isn't my idea of a positive image. I've seen some beautiful crosses, but when I come across one with a guy nailed to it, it's on the morbid side. To this day people swear Elvis is alive and idolize the hell out of him.. I have yet to see a statue erected in his memory where he's bloated, slumped over the toilet with vomit around his mouth. Excuse me, could you show me where the statue of JFK is where his eyes are rolled back into his head and the top of his head is blown off. How about Marilyn Monroe in the nude... Oh wait. Well, at least she's alive in those pictures. And I thought that I had a point going.
Oh yeah, so they also wanted everyone to light a candle and go outside. I tried to find a decent candle... Couldn't find shit. So I grabbed the next best thing... Insense. Strawberry flavor! The good stuff. So I walk out as my neighbor accross from opens his door. He's got a bic in his hand. The conversation went something like this: You get the email too, huh? "Yeah. All day long. That's a nice smelling scent." I spared no cost. Meanwhile were both standing with a bic and incense looking like goofballs. Well... I guess I'd better uh, get started on dinner. "Yeah, me too. Have a good night night." Bye. A true patriot, eh. Woo hoo.
I've got a great apartment complex. Everyone is really mellow. You hardly hear a peep out of em. I've lived here over seven years and only know the manager. The others are just doors opening and closing. Wait! I hear keys! *fumbles for the door. It opens just as the neighbor closed theirs* Shit. Missed em again. Seriously, the only time we all ever come out at the same time is after an Earthquake or the usual moronic car accident. The stretch right by my house is just long enough to get up to a really good speed... and then flip/crash/whatever. Stupid people tricks. So we all shuffle out, point, laugh and chit chat til the tow truck drags the latest carnage away. I have no pity for drunk drivers. And they always are.
Today was a day of remembrance of the horrific events that happened earlier in the week. All in all, Bush did a good job. Hey, I can also say positive things. Better save this page, though. The church/cathedral/Mosk/Temple was very beautiful. There was a packed house of all the powerful men in our Government, both past and present. This one soloist blew me away. All of the alter boys and girls were absolutely wonderful. So sweet and innocent. They only had one really big statue of Jesus on the cross that I saw. No offense, guys... But making a shrine where the hero is nailed/cut/thorned hat/etc... as the centerpiece for remembrance isn't my idea of a positive image. I've seen some beautiful crosses, but when I come across one with a guy nailed to it, it's on the morbid side. To this day people swear Elvis is alive and idolize the hell out of him.. I have yet to see a statue erected in his memory where he's bloated, slumped over the toilet with vomit around his mouth. Excuse me, could you show me where the statue of JFK is where his eyes are rolled back into his head and the top of his head is blown off. How about Marilyn Monroe in the nude... Oh wait. Well, at least she's alive in those pictures. And I thought that I had a point going.
Oh yeah, so they also wanted everyone to light a candle and go outside. I tried to find a decent candle... Couldn't find shit. So I grabbed the next best thing... Insense. Strawberry flavor! The good stuff. So I walk out as my neighbor accross from opens his door. He's got a bic in his hand. The conversation went something like this: You get the email too, huh? "Yeah. All day long. That's a nice smelling scent." I spared no cost. Meanwhile were both standing with a bic and incense looking like goofballs. Well... I guess I'd better uh, get started on dinner. "Yeah, me too. Have a good night night." Bye. A true patriot, eh. Woo hoo.