when i didnt come into the xbi on monday mornings and think why why why why, and to be honest i dont remember much of those days.
the job i had before this one fired me and rehired me hours later and put me on the 6am shift and there werent any mondays where i would think why why why why even when things started to get crappy even when all the people i hired started to slowly get laid off one after another after another.
the dot com implosion effected me way more than any breakup with any girlfriend. maybe its because i have had very few high paying jobs where my boss totally understood me and got it and loved it and wanted me to be me.
i know the sun will come out tomorrow annie but tomorrow and tomorrow and tommorrow bleeds into the petty pace of macy gray, blogged by a dumbshit full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.
someone from somewhere sent me a pre-release of Eminem’s upcoming cd and i listened to it all weekend.
its amazing and disgusting and juvenile and brilliant. i dont know why but it’s uncomfortable dealing with the fact that todays best rapper is a wigger. race aside, eminem raps circles around everyone and anyone. and hes funny. and hes fast. and hes constantly trying new things.
he and dre are a perfect pair. so perfect its freaky.
this sunday three very odd things happened. are the planets all fucked up? anna kournikova came over with a bundt cake(!) on sunday afternoon between the raiders winning and the bears winning. i was all whats the occassion and she went on to explain that she went to the grove and wandered into a home store and saw a bundt cake pan and decided she wanted to make some bundt cakes.
so we sat there drinking cheap champagne and eating her bundt cake while my two favorite teams won games that they werent supposed to win.
the busblog hits were better this weekend than any other weekend this year.
was sex saturday the reason why people came here this weekend?
who knows, but maybe next weekend we can continue the increase.