wow, people are deep at 3:30am. (&sarcasm)

Decision of the moment: there are few things more abjectly cruel than time.I said something about learning German in an earlier entry. The punks have had a German textbook laying around for ages. I think it was produced by a dumpster. It denies you freshmaker! Anyway, maybe I should look into it d.i.y. style. Bad pronunciation aside, I'd at least know how to say more than just stuff like NEGATIV NEIN! No... never mind. I'm going to delete some of that now..... <---The "journal issues" I talked about a week or so ago were mainly centered around how I'm sick of coming across as ridiculous and nothing else. No one can stand reading this anymore. That's not going to change anytime soon. Serious writing is not for the internet's public display. There's a definite line drawn there, at least for me. It's not going to get any better. Eff it. Especially at 3:30am. CATHARSIS! KIND OF!There were also stories about radar antennae men with obscenely large cases of soup & mullets & Michael Dukakis bumperstickers. He kept staring at me with an expression that clearly stated, "Uhuh huh huh... hey, bab-eh. Do you wanna... like... bump rumps in the trailer while teh missus is out wit teh youngin's? Uhhh huh huh huh."I was trying to think of some kind of way to sum up that event, but it's not coming.