Cue villian post.

Well, the world is up in arms over something i did/said/may have done/said.

Well, not the world, just a select few people.

And of course, Rachel CND called me unable to sleep, and i managed to fuck it all up and probably just piss her off. Her display name was something to the effect of i don't need a man, damnit. Sounds good eh? Well i wouldn't be operating in true joe form unless i managed to shoot my true joe form foot.

But you know what? Its ok. I talked with some folks on the phone, and they seem to not hate my guts.

[23:13] stevie p LVC: i'm a firm believer in karma
[23:13] stevie p LVC: you get out of the world what you put into it
[23:14] Saberone DC: yeah well, apparently i put shit in

I'd hate me too, but thats a bit too cliche and deadjournaly.

Apparently, i am not as hot as doppleganger. That was a nice thing to read when the day was going to shit. Unfortunately, its true. He is significantly better looking, i think. I'm sort of a cross between a Vangoh and an MC Escher painting.

So thank you, Rachel from doppleganger land, for the acute observation concerning our relative hotness.

I think i simply enjoy doing whatever the fuck i want at the time so much, that i just let the exhaust from my joemobile brain to taint the rest of the proverbial countryside. I can't point a finger at anyone and say "You! You stole my gerbil!" because i probably forgot to close the cage, or maybe i fed it too many steroids out of curiosity, and it broke free from its bonds and subsequently attacked japan.

Now i kinda wish i had a gerbil.

I know that when i begin work again, hopefully sometime close to monday if i can get my procrastinating ass to do it, i will feel better. Its a distraction combined with money, and it sounds nice.