Now it's blogger's turn

I just spent some time actually blogging on myspace, reading other people's blogs, finding out that I was considered to be imaginary for some time (flipping hilarious, btw), and I still have 15 minutes to waste, so I thought I'd show some attention to my blogger. After all, it's only fair. I have to take advantage of my hacking into the State computers.

Today has been a total waste. If I hadn't done some useless blowing of my paycheck in Brighton, I wouldn't have noticed the key scratches on my car, and therefore I wouldn't be trying with all of my energy to forget that my brand new car has been vandalized. Even if they are scratches from rocks - which they aren't, because I have rock holes in my paint already - my baby would still be a victim to the unkind assholes of this world. Stupid fuckers. As I said on myspace, death will come to those who go near my car without a pre-approved purpose. And this is not a threat.

A quarter buys you 10 minutes in Sparty's parking meters. Which means that when I return to my car, if I can find my car ever again, I will have a ticket. Apparently they check through 6:00 and could only put two hours in my car. Which actually turned out to be an hour and forty minutes. So anyways, it's just a parking ticket. Good thing today is payday and I found the scratches on my car AFTER my trip to Borders. Or I and my checking account would be in very serious trouble.

Time to go knock over some more kids on their bikes. I mean, no, I said I wouldn't do that. I've been told I'm not in Detroit anymore. Damn it, Toto, you could have told me.