October 6, 2004

  • I’ve been consumed writing ass-kicking code for my xanga.  Yeah, I speak like the xLosTx crowd now—‘my xanga’. Heh.  xanga’s fucking doomed.


     


    I wish I had a better handle on my finances.  My preferred tool for dealing with finance issues is the ‘brute force attack’.  Taken from the hacking world where a ‘brute force attack’ is a time-and-resources intensive means to crack a password by throwing everything in and even beyond the dictionary at it, my ‘brute force’ finance attack attempts to rebuff bills, not by managing payments on an informed and timely basis, but by throwing heaps of money at them and the finance charges and the penalties that accrue because they’re overdue.  Something in me always leads me back to attempting to make the heaps of money rather than work less but spend some of that otherwise work-time avoiding penalties and excess interest.  I must be several creditors’ stockholders wet dream.  If I knew whom, I’d take time off from work and assassinate them in their sleep.


     


    I’m composing this post in Word 2003.  I just went to save it and it defaulted to “I.doc” .  I took one disgusting look and overrode that and typed in “not I fuck it.doc” .  I’ll wait till Word falls asleep and then assassinate it.


     


    Do any of you fall asleep?  Never mind.  I just forgot my line of thought…


     


    No, really, I love all of you.  Except that one certain stalker who logs in with my precise xanga username from my current but often mobiley-vacillating IP address and seems to shadow me (according to my kick-ass xanga code) like a a propfly on blogshit.  Smack.  In your ever-restless sleep.

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