Anti abandons the internet.

my bank is so fucking ghetto that if i didn't get free coffee and popcorn everytime i went in, i'd totally have changed banks years ago.

today they wanted to hold my check, and last time i went in they told me their computers were down, and to try the bank next door. well, how bout i never come back, fuckers? they know they got my money and therefore got me by the proverbial balls. although i prefer, the proverbial brass balls.

and it's raining here, and the rain ruins everything. everyone in LA loses their brain. or at least they forget how the gas peddle works. but noooooooooo, nooine ever forgets how the brake peddle works. on top of every sunday driver thinking the holidays mean they get to come out ANY damned day of the week.

i think i'm just gonna go through a drive through and order a million sodas so i never run out of ammo. nothing wakes up grandpa like a "go large" diet coke exploding on his windshield.

it's all the same old problems flaring thier loud bark small bite fangs, and i'm like totally yawning and rolling my eyes. come and get me verizon, cingular, rent, capital one, and sister, and mom. come squeeze blood from this rock.

maybe if i wish for it bad enough Rufuss will show up with my time traveling phone booth, and i can devise a plot to pass history class. that's all i want for christmas anyways.

sean bonner