September 14, 2003 :: 1:17 p.m.
attack of the killer shaving cream
This morning while I was taking a shower, my shaving cream tried to kill me. It was sitting on its little shelf, all pink, rust-proof metal container and innocent white nozzle, and then all of a sudden it just flew off the shelf. At my head. It didn't hit me, but damn. This has happened three times in one week. I think my shaving cream is possessed, or haunted, or something. It's very frightening. I'm not comfortable turning my back on it, actually, lest it take the opportunity to bludgeon me to death while I'm distracted with soap and things. Or just bludgeon me into unconsciousness and then leave me to drown in 1/2 an inch of water and my own filth. Wonderful.
Sunday. Blah. I have crap to do for tomorrow... not much, but a bit. Some thumbnails for Drawing. I should start my second wire head study thing for 3D as well. It's due on Thursday, and I am not looking forward to working on it. We're doing one in class, too. I fucking hate this wire. When I am done with this project, I fully intend to place it atop the nearest foul-smelling rubbish pile and then run far, far away and never pick up anything like it ever again. If I could, I'd chop it to bits with a chainsaw. That is how much I despise this wire. It's evil. It's a puppy-kicking, veal-eating, seal-clubbing, child-molesting minion of Satan and I wish it nothing but horrible pain and itching hemorrhoids.
Well, I'm hungry. I haven't eaten yet and it is now 2:11. Yeah, I left this thing sitting for a while. Bad me. I'll update later if anything springs to mind.
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