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Monday, May 26, 2003
Is this not a cute damn baby giraffe?
It's my first upload of a picture from the new digital camera my folks got me for my birthday. Does anyone want my old digital camera? 
Thank you Netzlers!
Year in and year out, you host one of the funnest, tastiest get-togethers I attend. And this year's meat fest was all that and a bag o chips.
Wednesday, May 14, 2003
Thursday, May 01, 2003
2 disgusting experiences in one day...
So, I'm at the Wal-mart all ready to leave. I discover I need to relieve myself of some liquid waste. So, I go in to the bathroom and discover that the bathroom floor has smeared in poop in various locations on the floor. I can also hear 2 guys talking softly in the stall. Both of these things turned my stomach so bad that I actually complained to WM customer service. I just complained about the condition of the bathroom, but maybe a cleaner would scare the 2 guys out of the stall as well. It could have been very innocent. Maybe there was someone helping a handicapped person use the bathroom. I don't know. But it jarred a reaction in me from childhood. When I was in my early teens (12-15), I used to take the bus downtown. Sometimes I'd walk to my Mom's work, or go to Cosmic Aeroplane, or whatever. One time I had to go # 2 really bad, so I stopped in at a Hardee's on 2nd south. I walked in to the stall, and there was one guy sitting on the toilet, being blown by another guy. They were obviously homeless. I'm not a runner, but I ran all the way to my Mom's work, totally freaked. So, to this day, the goings-on in a stall always kind of worry me. Second disgusting thing: I was looking for my glassfish in the tank today, and couldn't find him. I lifted up the cave I have in the tank for the fishies to hide in. There was just a giant mound of snails feeding on the carcass of my glassfish. I'm sure that it was probably just as well that they were eating him instead of him continuing to rot in the tank, but I was disgusted nonetheless. A few snails that wouldn't shake off of his carcass went down the toilet with him. I loved my little glassfish (cuz he was kind of pissy), but I wouldn't buy another, simply because I'm afraid that I'll end up with one that some cruel bastard has painted. The gal at the pet store told me that even if it's a plain glassfish (as mine was), it's very likely that it was injected with paint at one time, and the paint had simply worn off. I can't believe that people do shit like that. Anything for a buck.
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