2003-12-29 | SOAP

Lung Act.

It's a brimful of Ashton on the 45.

Life is a soap opera. Lather up. Lately it's been like the boring part of the soap operas. When there's no people possessed by the devil, and nobody having alien babies. No robots. EVerything is fine. Everyone is pretty happy. Lately it's been work and bad tv. That's about it. Which is fine, of course. Why over-complicate my life with going out for no reason, and drinking bad beer, and wasting money?

There's no bizarre love triangle. Just a love circle. Although sometimes I screw up and draw outside the lines, it's pretty fucking great, mate. Mad props to Grape Ape.

There's no serial killer. No cereal eating, even. Lots of bad food being eaten, though, but who cares? What's a few extra pounds as long as you're happy?

If bad food were the last food, I'd blast you for your fast food.

I think Jeff Foxworthy is pretty funny. REally.

I need to get some exercise. I need to go see a back doctor. Are chiropractors really quacks? Are ducks really docs?

I have to train someone at work this week. I hate training people. If they suck, then people think you did a shitty job training. If they're better than you, people think you must've sucked all along.

I'd rather wear a training bra then train some broad.

Hall & Oates rules.

These are the Days of our Lives.

I'm the mack like John Black.

I'm flossin' like Austin.

I'm a do dis like Lucas.

I'm a hetero like Jack Deveraux.

I'm a microphone terror like Stefano DeMeara.

I'm a run dis like Sean Douglas.

I flow crazy like Beau Brady.

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