Thursday, January 01, 2004
Happy 2004, dipshits!
No more champagne
And the fireworks are through
Here we are, me and you
Feeling lost and feeling blue
It's the end of the party
And the morning seems so grey
So unlike yesterday
Now's the time for us to say...
Happy new year...~ "Happy New Year" - ABBA
I hate ABBA. Bunch of Swedish dancing queen faggot fucks. But I'm drunk enough to be lazy enough to not find a better quote for the New Year than this dumbassed song. Either way, Happy New Year, to whomever may be reading my drunken drivel.
There is not much to say, other than that I resolve to be an even bigger asshole this year than I was last year. I want to make an impression on the world, and I feel that my typewritten words may make more waves upon the waters of society than my spoken words may allow. It's a strange phenomenon; as nice of a guy as I might be in person, I tend to be an ass behind a keyboard. This has nothing to do with me not owning up to my own words, since I'll talk all kinds of shit to you in an email, and then meet you for coffee or a beer afterwards in person. I think that it has more to do with the Internet's nasty habit of dehumanizing people when they put their stupid shit online. The fact that I can talk shit about you online, all the while never seeing my smile while I'm doing it, kind of drives that point home.
I had one too many beers, and I have to go to work in fucking four hours. I guess all that I have left to say is to have a Happy Fucking New Year. This is the year 2004. Will I rock the boat this year more than the last? Give me time, my friends and enemies.
As much as you may hate me, my words and opinions are set in stone, as well as my honesty. I will never backstab and/or betray you. Learn that as the Zelmo Constant. My honesty is brutal, yet fair.
Sometimes, beer talk is the straightest talk of all..........
And the fireworks are through
Here we are, me and you
Feeling lost and feeling blue
It's the end of the party
And the morning seems so grey
So unlike yesterday
Now's the time for us to say...
Happy new year...~ "Happy New Year" - ABBA
I hate ABBA. Bunch of Swedish dancing queen faggot fucks. But I'm drunk enough to be lazy enough to not find a better quote for the New Year than this dumbassed song. Either way, Happy New Year, to whomever may be reading my drunken drivel.
There is not much to say, other than that I resolve to be an even bigger asshole this year than I was last year. I want to make an impression on the world, and I feel that my typewritten words may make more waves upon the waters of society than my spoken words may allow. It's a strange phenomenon; as nice of a guy as I might be in person, I tend to be an ass behind a keyboard. This has nothing to do with me not owning up to my own words, since I'll talk all kinds of shit to you in an email, and then meet you for coffee or a beer afterwards in person. I think that it has more to do with the Internet's nasty habit of dehumanizing people when they put their stupid shit online. The fact that I can talk shit about you online, all the while never seeing my smile while I'm doing it, kind of drives that point home.
I had one too many beers, and I have to go to work in fucking four hours. I guess all that I have left to say is to have a Happy Fucking New Year. This is the year 2004. Will I rock the boat this year more than the last? Give me time, my friends and enemies.
As much as you may hate me, my words and opinions are set in stone, as well as my honesty. I will never backstab and/or betray you. Learn that as the Zelmo Constant. My honesty is brutal, yet fair.
Sometimes, beer talk is the straightest talk of all..........
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