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04/06/2007: and Jesus wept.

as i await the magic hour to SSS and go to an interview (should i attempt to live blog it?) i am here in my living room, catching up on Monster-related emails asking me to join the exciting field of (a) car sales, (b) insurance sales, (c) home food delivery sales (um, no thanks Swanns), or (d) lawn care sales (do i get free ChemLawn for my house?)

anyway, DirectTV has some show called the 101 - which is like TRL Live i think, but not as bad. yet. (TiVo "suggest" records it. no, i haven't thumbed it down. blow me.)

today's show started with The Pussycat Dolls and followed up with Hootie and the Blowfish.

i am busy trying to slash my wrists with the sharpest object in the house, a butter knife (thanks wifey for subscribing to "Cutters Anonymous".)

the apocalypse is nigh. happy Good Friday.


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