Wednesday, June 12, 2002

Douglas Adams. "He felt that his whole life was some kind of dream and he sometimes wondered whose it was and whether they were enjoying it." 10:38:24 PM    says you

It’s the night before furniture and all through the house, A large creature is stirring and he feels like a louse. The driver is driving with all of his lies, And nothing will satisfy save popping his eyes. While visions of mutilation dance through my head, I just want delivery of a few f’ing beds.   No furniture again, everyone sucks. 10:36:36 PM    says you