18 may 2003
I just got back from seeing The Matrix. It was amazing, but I will reserve further comments until all others who would potentially read this have seen it.
The rest is just crap I was thinking about at work today.
Given the choice between two theories, believe the one which is funnier.
Given the choice betwwen two moods, always aim for sarcasm. (Your choices are sarcasm or sincerity.)
It's funny how cyclical time is... or our actions through it. You don't even know. I'm glad someone is amused by this, because I'm not. I will spare you the details.
Third time's the charm, baby, and it's an awful shame to use two-thirds of your chances before using full two of your decades. Not my fault? Not my fault? Then whose? Because seriously, these sorts of things don't just happen. Someone does them to someone, and I'm unwilling to believe anyone would do this to me.
(wait till the fourth you'll know it when you see it)
"woke up this morning with my head so heavy/thought about leaving on the next train coming" M. Brooks
"it's not fair/to remind me/of the cross i bear that you gave to me/you/you/you/oughta know" A. Morrisette
"the mayor's got his place in the shade" Timbuk 3
"i never tried to give my life meaning/by demeaning you/and I would like to say for the record/I did everything that I could do" Ani
I knew it was going to be an odd day when I slept througth the alarm this morning, but was instead woken by Thomas' frantic meawing. Thomas hates my alarm, more than he hates anything. The noise scares him. And the wound on his head is still big, it scares me. The nurse told me not to worry again. Oh god, what do I do? Kitty, kitty.... I knew it was going to be an odd day when I woke up with an Alanis Morrisette song in my head. I don't listen to Alanis Morrisette, and before 8 am I'm incapable of singing... but surprisingly competent at singing. O Shannon loves me!
There is a flaw in the system: choice.
¶ 20:45
The rest is just crap I was thinking about at work today.
Given the choice between two theories, believe the one which is funnier.
Given the choice betwwen two moods, always aim for sarcasm. (Your choices are sarcasm or sincerity.)
It's funny how cyclical time is... or our actions through it. You don't even know. I'm glad someone is amused by this, because I'm not. I will spare you the details.
Third time's the charm, baby, and it's an awful shame to use two-thirds of your chances before using full two of your decades. Not my fault? Not my fault? Then whose? Because seriously, these sorts of things don't just happen. Someone does them to someone, and I'm unwilling to believe anyone would do this to me.
(wait till the fourth you'll know it when you see it)
"woke up this morning with my head so heavy/thought about leaving on the next train coming" M. Brooks
"it's not fair/to remind me/of the cross i bear that you gave to me/you/you/you/oughta know" A. Morrisette
"the mayor's got his place in the shade" Timbuk 3
"i never tried to give my life meaning/by demeaning you/and I would like to say for the record/I did everything that I could do" Ani
I knew it was going to be an odd day when I slept througth the alarm this morning, but was instead woken by Thomas' frantic meawing. Thomas hates my alarm, more than he hates anything. The noise scares him. And the wound on his head is still big, it scares me. The nurse told me not to worry again. Oh god, what do I do? Kitty, kitty.... I knew it was going to be an odd day when I woke up with an Alanis Morrisette song in my head. I don't listen to Alanis Morrisette, and before 8 am I'm incapable of singing... but surprisingly competent at singing. O Shannon loves me!
There is a flaw in the system: choice.
¶ 20:45
