Tuesday, February 22, 2005

it's 3:41 o'clock

Wish I could shoot lightning bolts out of my mouth. Just like that guy on the street corner, I'd smite passers-by with the power of my words. My rage wouldn’t be Bible-fueled, but my righteous indignation would be invincible.


On a completely different note, this was my dinner tonight/this morning…



Natchos are good.