I saw Willard on Sat. I give it three fingers. I liked it, but thought that the interplay between Ben and Willard, and Ben and Socrates could have been played out better. I also thought the Cat peeing was stupid, anyone who has ever pet a cat in there life know what a scared cat looks like at that cat was not scared.
I tried to get the printer that I bought used for $15 to work and failed. Then I tried to use may OLD printer I got in 1993 and that no longer works, so I went out and bought a new HP psc 2110xi all-in-one. It is a printer, scanner, copier combo.
I very nice woman who comes into work brought me home made fettacini Alfredo, pasta fagioli soup, and rolls today.
Wednesday, May 28, 2003
Wednesday, May 21, 2003
Whacked Out West
Wide Open West changed my e-mail and apparently did not feel it was important enough to tell me about it. So, my new E-mail address is livingdeadchild@wowway.com.
I started reading the book Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West last night. I and two chapters into it and thus far it is the strangest book I have ever read. I can not wait to read more.
Nothing special happened today. I did clean my bathroom. But that is not special.
I started reading the book Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West last night. I and two chapters into it and thus far it is the strangest book I have ever read. I can not wait to read more.
Nothing special happened today. I did clean my bathroom. But that is not special.
Tuesday, May 20, 2003
You've Not Mail
Well the move went well. Something is wrong at Wide Open West because I can send mail but I can not receive e-mail.
I have not hooked up my television yet, it has been 19 day since I watched it at home. The only thing I really miss is watching wrestling, and with the way WWE is I don't miss it that much.
I have not hooked up my television yet, it has been 19 day since I watched it at home. The only thing I really miss is watching wrestling, and with the way WWE is I don't miss it that much.
Thursday, May 1, 2003
On My Own
This is a true story. I must have been three to five years old, and I was in my bed room talking to my Dad about Moving out. I mean moving out not like I wanted to then, But why people did move out from their parents house and such. I have absolutely no clue now way we were talking about this. But I remember this clearly. I told him that I was not going to move out until I was 28. He said that he would not let stay until I was 28 and asked why, he the replied I probably would want to move out by then anyway. I am now 30. I am moving on Friday.
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