we are the dope men

Because we wear corduroys! Moonijuana grows in the shape of a tire! And now we burgle.

God, Aquateen Hunger Force is the crackiest show in the history of ever. Home sick today, slept over at my sister's. Lots of homework. It's cold. There is a cat on my lap right now, disturbin' my personal spacez. HA! Personal space? What's that?
I think I'll get the brother-not-in-law to drive me over to Mark's house so I can get my power cord and some socks or something. Not socks, socks suck. But the cat is warming me, so perhaps I won't need any alternative warmth methods.
My sister's getting laid off from WaMu in June. Jeff got laid off a couple weeks ago. My father's clients are Chrysler and GM. Yay stock market. Can't we find some alternative way of controlling EVERYTHING? What if money just didn't exist? I think things might be a little less corrupt, perhaps less volatile; maybe people would find another way to be corrupt, maybe I'm just being idealistic. I'm thinking about this.

Love.