|I ain't too proud to beg, no!|
on 2001-08-04, at 2:41 a.m.
|dizboy's disturbing daily diet...
1/2 Bag Lays Bistro Gourmet chips
5 Slices Roast beef
1 Order corn
1 Order mashed potatoes with gravy
1 Slice Cheesecake
3 Pieces Fried Chicken (KFC, mmmm...)
1 Large sweet tea
I think it was a pretty good 'eatin day...
I am in a FOUL mood.
And this has just happened in the past few minutes.
You see, I was fine until I stared to try and learn HTML.
< HTML >= LICK MY ASS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I do NOT like things that I'm not good at.
And you see, anything to do with computers is definately one of them.
I am to computers what Stevie Wonder is to archery.
I am to computers what Roseanne is to Jazzercize.
I am to computers what Liza Minnelli is to sobriety.
I am to computers what George W. Bush is to MENSA.
I think you get the idea.
So, I'm going to do what any adult would do in this situation.
Someone make me a pretty pretty page, PLEASE.
I wouldn't resort to this, but for the fact that I ride the short bus to computer school.
So...if anyone who reads my diary is skilled at this language of the devil, and has free time to devote solely to me, make me a page!!!!
You can even put one of those disclaimers at the bottom that reads like this...
"Site design by (INSERT NAME), because John is such an egg-sucking loser that he can't make his own."
I really don't care what you want to use, just as long as it's not this stomach twisting "rotten citrus" color.
If you do decide to take on this task, I have a website with lots of pictures and such, should you want to use anything like that ( http://www.geocities.com/dizboy )...I think anyone who's read my diary for a while has an idea of my personality, so do whatever you want...and, um, I guess E-mail it to me, can you send HTML? God, I'm an idiot.....
I'm typing this on my knees, to give it the full "pitiful fall from grace" feel.
Work is dragging more than the last 15 minutes of Mass after you get Communion (If you're Catholic, you're probably laughing now.).
I leave for NYC on Thursday morning, and it's NEVER going to get here.
It's like when you're little, and it's Christmas Eve, and you can't sleep, so you wait and wait and wait, and then you hear it!!!!
Grandma falling down the stairs from too much eggnog.
I bought a 48-piece place setting today.
Not that I even have a dining table.
I have a lap.
But it was $12.99
Prodigal Son - 11:03 pm , 11.20.06 So Long, And Thanks For All The Fish - 6:41 pm , 05.29.05 The Beginning of the End - 1:15 pm , 11.22.04 Brand Positioning - 2:13 am , 09.20.04 A Pop Culture Case Study - 9:24 pm , 08.26.04
Prodigal Son - 11:03 pm , 11.20.06
So Long, And Thanks For All The Fish - 6:41 pm , 05.29.05
The Beginning of the End - 1:15 pm , 11.22.04
Brand Positioning - 2:13 am , 09.20.04
A Pop Culture Case Study - 9:24 pm , 08.26.04
Tired of waiting for me to
to know when I do?
Far / Near