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2002-05-20 
 

just ducky

Just got back from a show where I got to see a good friend act for the first time in ages. The material wasn't the best, but it didn't pretend to be a Tony award winner. More importantly, the company before and after the show were great and reminded me of how much I enjoyed hanging out with them back in SF. So I was in a pretty good mood, and excited to get online again to see if I could finally get logged in for an update on my trip.

Unfortunately, I was just sideswiped by an unforeseen email that pissed me off. So I'm going to give this up for today and just get drunk instead. Not a very mature attitude I suppose, but I get so tired of being the good boy sometimes. Organized Mikey. Good Mikey. He'll do it. He's good at that sort of thing. Oh, no, he can't have meant what he said at least three times this past month. No, not at all. We probably weren't listening to him. After all, he does babble on and on sometimes. So very boring, who'd want to listen to him. And now we're upset, so let's piss him off too. Let's make him feel like shit today out there in his fancy hotel room. I mean, he's probably been enjoying himself too much. The bastard deserves to be taken down a peg or to. And email's great for that. No chance for him to respond back without looking like even a bigger jerk. And he is a big jerk. Did we mention that he's dumb too? Oh, yes. He doesn't ever do anything right. He stays in a job that's slowly driving him crazy and just wasted a whole paycheck thanks to not being able to add up his taxes correctly two years ago. Should have just slit his wrists back in the 80's when he had the chance, but he couldn't even do that right. What an ass. But don't worry. He doesn't have any feelings anyway. None of this would ever affect him, not that it should. Only a stupid person would take it so personally. Whoops. He is stupid isn't he? Oh well.

I know, I know, "Self Pity, party of one - Your table's ready." I'll go sit down now and have that drink...though I feel oddly better having typed that all out. Ahh writerapy!

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