hello...

it's friday afternoon. i think it's about 1:30.

i just got done claiming the neighborhood madden 2004 championship as my own. i beat my neighbor, brad, across the street so bad that he quit in the 3rd quarter. i thought he was gonna start crying.

i am the champion of the block.

...............

when i was younger and we, as a family, would watch "Unsolved Mysteries", my brother and i would always want to call in at the end and try to get the reward by saying, "the butler did it". when can we pick up our money and shit?...

i was doing a little thinking about the psychiatry profession the other day.....

isn't it hysterical that some psychiatrists end up fucking their own clients? goddamn. some poor woman goes to a professional doctor because she is having problems coping with life and she ends up getting fucked by her doctor. that shit is funny.

psychiatry is general is repulsive to me. people who don't have any friends that they can be honest with end up having to pay money to talk to someone honestly about life. that is sad. sad sad sad.

sigmund freud was so geeked up on coke, i wouldn't trust a word he said. the psychiatry profession is basing a lot of their knowledge on a crackhead's records.

it reminds me of this pete rose/hall of fame situation. the hall of fame is acting like their so goddamn honorable and full of integrity when everyone knows their first inductee was fucking ty cobb. a well-known racist and murderer. yeah, i really wanna be in that hall of fame. they should call it the hypocrital hall of fame. fuck the hall of fame.

dude, i think i've vented enough for one day.

and for the record,

i will be nervous tonight, but it won't be anything two or three shots of jaegger can't cure. true dat.

cya,

scott