It's been 2, maybe 3 days since the last post and I'm still in a mad rage. Well maybe it's a little less than a rage, maybe I'm a little bugged, and I'm probably not mad at all. But before you go on thinking I'm a nut and all for still bitching about $54, some spittle and a courtdate...and restroom users, let me just say I'm well aware of the kids in Somalia with no water to drink, sipping thier own piss to soothe their parched throats and I remember this guy who had this (click after lunch, not before) happen to him. Poor thing. But you see, I can't suffer less because of them...it's like this:

Lets say you're walking to work, on payday, on a bright summer morning, just after you found out you won the lottery and after you've just had the best sex ever. You had stepped out of your million dollar metropolitan home that morning, kissed your "prefect 10" goodbye and seen your 2.3 kids off to school - everyone healthy, everyone happy. Yeah, you're having a really great all-american life when you turn the corner into the new street that was named after you, because you're such a great dude, stubbing your toe on the monument erected in your honor. You don't think of all those poor souls jumping off the 105th floor of the World Trade Center, and say to yourself, "life could be worse". NO! You say "FUCK fuckity fucking fuck" all the way to work and when you get there, the first thing you do before examining the old cancer-ridden hag who just suffered her 3rd coronary in a week is put your foot up, take your shoes off and examine that toe closely. And lets just say it's a little blue, whaddaya do? You curse some more and ask Mindy, your supermodel personal assistant to get some ice for your stubbed toe, thats what you do. Then you have Moe (PhD, Yale), your other personal assistant call up Dr. Diablo, averaging 6.9 botched operations since he started 6 weeks ago to look into the old cancer-ridden hag with the coronary streak. Maybe he'll have better luck ending her streak, maybe not, but "maybe" is a good enough chance for you because fuck it, you're taking the day off. Your toe hurts like crazy.

So yeah, I can't suffer less because of anyones tragedies, I can only suffer more.

Word of the day: Before I give the word of the day, a little on the last "word of the day" -soingee. Can you believe I heard someone use that word? I was watching a reality t.v. cooking show called "Top Chef" and one of the chefs used it. I was stunned at first and a little proud of myself for understanding what the **magniloquent** fucker was going on about. Then I wanted to head-butt his mouth. That is one annoying word. So, because I love you all so much and wouldn't want anyone to enter into any harm, wear a mouth-piece before using that word please.

OK, so todays word is: Pastiche (pah STEESH). (1) the word descibes an artistic work that openly imitates, often satirically, the works of other artists. (2) can also mean a hodgepodge or a collection of mismatched parts.

PS: **magniloquent**...found this one when I was looking for a word to replace 'pretentious'. It made more sense in the context in which I was speaking.