Saturday, July 03, 2004

 
I came home tonight, intending to glance at messenger and then turn off my computer, only to find this conversation on my screen. I'd like to stress that I was not home for any of this. Names have been changed, it's true, but you know who you are, you great big freak.

DIT says:
you're not away

DIT says:
are you away?

DIT says:
you are?

DIT says:
are you?

DIT says:
Don't ignore me! Don't you dare ignore me!

DIT says:
I will not be ignored!!!

DIT says:
ARRRRRGGGHHH!

DIT says:
Why do you always do this to me?

DIT says:
I am a human being with feelings! Little feelings, but feelings nonetheless

DIT says:
Is it because of my ears? It is, isn't it? They stick out. Momma said I looked handsome. She lied to me! Oh momma!

DIT says:
That's it!

DIT says:
This is unforgivable.

DIT says:
You can take your 'chat' and shove it.

DIT says:
Are you even there?

DIT says:
Hello?

DIT says:
Are you there?

DIT says:
Maybe you're not there. Maybe I'm upset for nothing.

DIT says:
Maybe you've fallen down some stairs and the cops will come looking for me after they read this.

DIT says:
Oh god.

DIT says:
Oh GOD!!!!

DIT says:
Why, Lord, why? Why did you do this to me? What have I done to anger you?

DIT says:
Delete. how do you delete

DIT says:
it won't let me delete!

DIT says:
Fucking MICROSOFT!

DIT says:
Deliver thy good and faithful servant, O God. I've killed for you and I will kill again, I swear it.

DIT says:
Just tell me who you want to have join you at your banquet table tonight.

DIT says:
Who? Really?

DIT says:
Thank you, God. God is great!

DIT says:
(There was a picture of a rainbow here, but I can't paste it into blogger)

posted by All at 2:36:00 a.m.

Friday, July 02, 2004

 
My horoscope says that I'm going to have a fun, spontaneous and romantic weekend.

Then again, the same website said that if I'm having sex with someone, and their house is messy, I'll get up and start doing their dishes instead.

Which, on the list of things likely to ever happen, is somewhere next to me learning to ski jump naked, while setting myself on fire.

On that note, I think I'll go back to bed.
posted by All at 9:54:00 a.m.

Wednesday, June 30, 2004

 
Just as a preface to a blog entry about Belgrade that I'm going to write as soon as I run out of ways to procrastinate, I would just like to say that the thing about the roast pork on a spit is actually a tease. What really happened was that I did not have roast pork on a spit.

I did, however, while riding around Belgrade in a UN vehicle, spot a family piled into a Yugo which had a trailer which was carrying a very large pig in a cage.

Whether this pig ended up as roast pork on a spit is a question that I will leave to you.
posted by All at 9:56:00 a.m.

Sunday, June 27, 2004

 
The next time I go to Belgrade, I think I'll just walk. It would be faster, and a lot more fun, on the whole.

In answer to your question, Dorsa, I did make it to Belgrade. And I did make it back.


posted by All at 11:16:00 p.m.

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