2007-05-31
12:49 p.m.
I was googling directions somewhere and decided to see what it would say if I asked for directions to Belfast. This is what the smartasses at Google maps told me:
1. Head northeast on James St.
2. Drive across the country (it was more specific than this but you don�t care)
3. Swim across the Atlantic Ocean (3,642 miles)
4. Enter France. Take a slight right at E05.
5. etc. etc.
Yesterday I visited my critically hurt and critically adorable friend Eric and gave him a picture of a nekkid black man. I got it from Ryan as a joke (I promise) and Eric�s extremely cool mom hung it on his wall and tacked a sombrero over the naughty bits. Later at work I was in a meeting about designing a new document or something but I couldn�t get the image of Eric�s hospital room wall out of my head and then I was thinking that if we had thought bubbles over our heads, everyone would have a paper document in theirs and I would have a big black man�s junk in mine.
Eric said I'm classy. Fuck yeah, I am!
I�m calm and contemplative! The internet said so.
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