Saturday, September 8th, 2007

Time	Event
2:32p	How to of the day Here's a guide on how to cheat your way into heaven: 1. Confess to all your sins. (If you don't have any, adopt some) 2. Believe in everything. (It helps if you're blind) 3. Act on your beliefs. (Honesty is the best policy) 4. Get a clean wholesome hobby. (Going to the gym is one) 5. Buy all the self-help books ever published. (Don't worry, they don't usually bite. Mine once did, but that's another story) 6. Eat your veggies. (Potato counts) 7. Never divulge your homicidal plans to anyone. (It's okay to let your best friends know though. If you don't get through, you know you'll have good company, at least) 8. Pay your taxes. (With your insane amounts of black money, this would be a cinch. Of course, if you're homicidal, chances are you don't have much money anyway, which is alright.) 9. Don't gamble. (But make sure you support the best gambler in town) 10. If nothing helps and you're sure you're going to hell, shoot mails to people who've been wishing you were never born or waiting for you to die. Arrange a meeeting. Brainstorm. Reach a consensus on the most heavenly way to get yourself murdered.) PS: If you don't believe in heaven or hell, good for you. Funnies for the day: pleiades Current Mood: calm Current Music: (Nice dream) - Radiohead (Comment on this)
8:22p	The daily diary or something like it Serge's Song What chance has a lonely surfer boy For the love of a surfer chick, With all these Humbert Humbert cats Coming on so big and sick? For me, my babay was a woman, For him she's just another nymphet; Why did they run around, why did she put me down, And got me so upset? Well, as long as she's gone away-yay, I've had to find somebody new, And the older generation Has taught me what to do -- I had a date last night with an eight-year-old, And she's a swinger just like me, So you can find us any night up on the football field, In back of P.S. 33 (oh,yeah), And it's as groovy as it can be. -- Thomas Pynchon in The Crying of Lot 49 I ended up spending a lot more on books yet again in my continuing futile search for a book meant to be gifted to a friend. Misery. But it feels gooooood. Poorer and utterly frustrated at not being able to find the book, but good. pleiades Current Mood: content Current Music: Never tear us apart - INXS (Comment on this)

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