NOOOO!
Each morning I insist on coffee. Yesterday, it turned out that the thermos I brought contaminated my coffee with black chunks of crap. I had to pour it ALL out. Devastated, I went to cry into my jacket (so my coworkers wouldn't hear me and mock me for my lack of caffeine) and found $10. Wiping away my tears, I gave my $10 to one of the co-workers who had to go out this morning to the post office, and asked him to buy everyone there coffees. Crisis averted! Who says money can't buy happiness? I just bought some for myself and everyone here for a bit; well worth the $10 I'd say.

I bet he does.
While chatting with Schizoid recently, we decided that it's time for Patton to start singing properly again and to start creating more music. We've all indulged his insanity for long enough and it's time for some real singing and music. Then Schizoid and I agreed that he probably sings around the house or in the shower. He probably sings wonderfully, and only his wife and the houseplants gets to hear it. Of course he would sing when no one else can hear it, just to piss the rest of us off. In fact, I bet the asshole sings great songs in the shower. If he's truly insane, he'd sing Epic. (If I heard him singing Epic in the shower, I'd flush the toilet a few times until he either screamed or sang something else.) I demand you sing and make real music Patton!

More guns.
Since I'm talking about guns, I figured I'd talk about how I've been playing Grand Theft Auto San Andreas a lot more lately. Seeing as I'm an adult, I know that video games do not equal reality. There are people who still get all bent out of shape about these games and well, the only people who should be blamed for kids playing this are the parents and other people around who LET them play it or don't inform their older children not to let the younger kids play. (Has no one heard of hiding these games from kids or putting them where they can't be reached? Or, this is a new idea, discussing with them that this is not real life and how to actually handle their anger properly?) Beyond all that, I for one say that a game like GTA allows me to get out my frustrations on random computer pedestrians instead of real pedestrians on real streets. Basically, you should all thank this game series for making it so I don't snap for real, at least for another few years.

TV makes me think of questions.
Why on earth would someone spend time training an ox to go through a flaming hoop? What a waste of time and energy. Just give it food, some land and leave it alone!