07/21/2003 - 1:34 a.m. | bears (no title)

There is a mostly full pack of Marboro Ultra Light Menthol 100's in my bag. Even God wants me to smoke. I'm sorry, Sir. Not yet. A few more years. I need a good reason to start still, right?

Everytime I drove home from somewhere lately, there is a violent storm. And it is almost always right where I'm going. This is a trend that will end in disaster. When did metaphors turn real?

The secret to winning arguments is not allowing the other side to argue. Scream a bunch of gibberish really fast and then get the hell out before they can retaliate. Sounds like a victory to me.