Something is lacking from my office wardrobe. Can't wait to show off those teeth to the business folks.

One of the best things about this song is that you can make up your own lyrics when you sing along and it really doesn't matter. Not that it would matter anyway.

More signs you're off to a good day. Emptying contact lens solution from containers into bathroom sink because you thought you put them in a couple minutes ago even though you can't see a thing. Yah this should be a stellar day. Stinging mouth wash coated contacts. woot.

Resorting to wearing crappy bike commuting rain gear today. Once again have to ask what kind of mutants does MEC design their clothes for? Everything I've ever bought from there has some kind of weird fucked up fit like a waist line that falls under your armpit or pockets requiring arse hole scratching to get to.

Deciding on moods for the day. Disjointed? Detatched? Perverse? Disoriented? Grumpy? Want to run away from home? Want to run away from work?

I already know an awful lot of people and until one of them dies I couldn't possibly meet anyone else.

Okay... Is it all right to borrow music?

So far excitement for this morning has been making computer display in Japanese for yet another CD project and discovering that if you use the search term "edmonton" at Corbis a lot of Robby Benson pictures seem to come up which is a bit of a horrifying sight this early in the day.

Guess who's finally got a decent digital camera. Get ready for high quality crap photography. Wonder what else I can blow money on this month?

And the big news this weekend is new apartment has been located. Timing of move might be odd.

Things that might make this album worth sitting through at least once:

• Songs about always playing characters named Tony
• A song about your TV daughter's soft core carpet munching movie
• Closing out each song with "Angela!"

Important information on Artichokes. Because I ate a can of them last night instead of the bowl of Corn Pops I had intended for supper.

The comfy feel of new undies.

Ooooooooooooo PowerBook and iPod coming sometime soon. And I will name it SourPuss.

Looked at an apartment this afternoon. Needed someone with me to tell if if it smelled alright. Couldn't decide on it so I went to Winners and bought shoes.

Looking for new bike shoes.

Been trying to think of who's the new millenium's successor to Jack Cassidy. Needs to be minimally talented. One step away from Dinner Theatre but still willing to sleep with enough producers to be cast in a Columbo or Love Boat type show and billed as "Featuring **actor's name** as Sir Nigel Huffnpuff" in the opening credits. They should also be married to a B or C level actress with a better career. I'm drawing a bit of a blank. Freddie Prinze Jr is the closest I can come up with right now.

Top floor apartment. Great! Rent in the affordable range. This is sounding good. South west exposure. Even better! Apartment recently renovated with new kitchen cupboards and carpet. I'd prefer hardwood but who cares I'll take it I'll take it! Oh strict no pet building.
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Almost 1:30. can't sleep. deciding whether or not to go for a drive.

When life gives you lemons, you clone them and make superlemons. So my new make a million dollars quick scheme is this - harvest the plentitude of vomit the Push hacks up every day, bottle it, and sell it as snake oil. After some keen market research the key messaging on Pushkin Puke®'s benefits would be aimed at the usual idiots willing to shell out money for any new product. So taken in regular doses Pushkin Puke® will do the following:

• burn fat
• cure baldness
• remove facial wrinkles
• improve golf swing

But wait that's not all. Taken in conjunction with Brontë Chocolate Nuggets®, it will increase your sex drive and for men help maintain rock hard erections.

Part of the entertainment of this job is going over all the content for sites, seeing what the client wants posted as educational material, and how they just didn't think things through sometimes. But hey, you want to post images of all the instruments involved in pap tests I'll make a page for you. I'm not the one that's going to get the hate mail.

Winged Monkey Flower

Have a few drinks and the morning after there's alway strange bruises on your body you don't remember getting.

Did sprints with cars in rush hour traffic sans-helmet. Some old guy looking like he's from Green Acres gave me a thumbs up and a big yell of "giver" while I moped up a hill on my ride. Educational toys arrived. Made muffins. Did laundry. And finally figured out the secrets to making an acceptable gin martini. So I'm calling an end to desert state national self pity day.

I think I need Scary Girl's toy cat.

I should learn to say no sometime. Can I sleep on someone's couch tomorrow?

In the category of fucking freaky mannequins. These can't be good for business. Copies of these have been appearing in store windows around town recently. It's like a cross between an Archie comic book and a Chucky movie.

High school kids say the darnedest things. Overheard while shopping this afternoon: "I don't have a boyfriend. I'm not going to get one till after christmas." Now I understand - I've been approaching this whole dating concept all wrong. There's a store where girls BUY boyfriends. Wonder if there's a catalog and if I can get my name in it. Barcode can go behind the left ear. Or are they confusing boyfriend with paid male escort service?

Sorry. Didn't win the amazing jackpot wad last night so I can't buy you this. Maybe next week.

So you get to the 5:14 mark and hit this section. I could listen to that all day long. Or I could loop the bass line. Or just listen to James yell Bootsy. It takes so little to make me obsessive about a song.

Even though my gritty portrayal of "young business type walking" was cut from the final version of the film, I still get mention in the credits.

You know what I'm hearing right now? The sound of this damn cat puking. Oh there's the second volley of liquid. Just waiting for the third before I go get the paper towel.

4 days of sleep deprivation seems to make me a better cyclist.

So frickin' tired. Feel like starting to mess up more and more. Today created password for client based on their name that ended up sounding like "ass pro".