*blinks* woah its late..
Published Monday June 3rd, 2002

Woaaaaah, its a bit late for a sunday everning when i have school the next day... Gaaah.. 2 hours ago i was just finishing up homework and getting ready to go to bed when i got way distracted with some X server stuff... andi got relaly into it.. and, now i basically rule my keyboard... haha, i found out how to map all the keys, mainly the special media type keys and such likes... whoooooo!!!!!! so cool. anyways.. yea... i got kinda tied up figuring out how and what to do to get it working and now its... 12 min past 0100.... crap? ya! id say so...

Hrm.. tomorrow.. will be a regular boring day... i have to do some power point presentation, where one of my group members will talk and ill just click to make the next slide apear.... i hate power point.. next power point im assigned i'll say its against my religion... yes, thats what ill say..
hrm... anyways i should go to bed.. here is some hummoring stuff i've goten from friends and places...

For all of you who occasionally have a really bad day, and you just need
take it out on someone, don't take it out on someone you know, take it
on someone you don't know.

I was sitting at my desk, when I remembered a phone call I had forgotten
make. I found the number, and dialed it. A man answered saying, "Hello?"

I politely said, "This is Bob Kenn, could I please speak with Robin

Suddenly, the phone was slammed down on me. I couldn't believe that
could be so rude.

I tracked down Robin's correct number, and called her. (I had transposed

the last two digits of her phone number).

After hanging up with her, I decided to call the 'wrong' number again.
the same guy answered the phone, I yelled, "You're an asshole!" and hung

I wrote his number down, with the word 'asshole' next to it, and put it
my desk drawer. Every couple of weeks, when I was paying bills or had a
really bad day, I'd call him. He'd answer and I'd yell, "You're an

It always cheered me up.

When Caller ID came to our area, I thought my therapeutic 'asshole'
would have to stop.

So, I called his number and said, "Hi, this is John Smith from the

Company. I'm just calling to see if you're familiar with the caller ID

He yelled, "NO!" and slammed the phone down.

I quickly called him back and said, "That's because you're an asshole!"

So, one day I was at the store, getting ready to pull into a parking
Some guy in a black BMW cut me off, and pulled into the spot I had

waited for. I hit the horn and yelled that I had been waiting for the
The idiot ignored me. I noticed a "For Sale" sign in his car window, so
wrote down his number.

A couple of days later, right after calling the first asshole (I had his

number on speed dial), I thought I had better call the BMW asshole, too.
dialed and someone said, "Hello?"

I said, "Is this the man with the black BMW for sale?"

"Yes it is."

"Can you tell me where I can see it?"

"Yes, I live at 1802 Moorpark Rd. It's a yellow house and the car's
right out front."

"What's your name?" I asked.

"My name is Don Hansen," he said.

"When's a good time to catch you, Don?"

"I'm home every evening after five."

"Listen, Don, can I tell you something?"


"Don, you're an asshole!" Then I hung up, and added his number to my
dial, too. Now, when I had a problem, I had two assholes to call.

But after several months of calling them, it wasn't as enjoyable as it
to be. So, I came up with an idea: I called Asshole #1.

"You're an asshole!" (but I didn't hang up.)

"Are you still there?" he asked.

"Yeah," I said.

"Stop calling me," he screamed.

"Make me," I said.

"Who are you?" he asked.

"My name is Don Hansen."

"Yeah? Where do you live?"

"Asshole, I live at 1802 Moorpark Rd, a yellow house with my black
our front."

He said, "I'm coming over right now, Don. And you had better start
your prayers."

I said, "Yeah, like I'm really scared, asshole." Then I called asshole

"Hello?" he said.

"Hello Asshole," I said.

He yelled, "If I ever find out who you are..."

"You'll what?" I said.

"I'll kick your ass," he exclaimed.

I answered, "Well, asshole, here's your chance. I'm coming over right
Then, I hung up, and immediately called the police saying that I lived
1802 Moorpark Rd, and I was on my way over there to kill my gay lover.
Then, I called Channel 3 news about the gang war going down on Moorpark
I quickly got into my car and headed over to Moorpark Rd. There, I saw
assholes beating the crap out of each other in front of 4 patrol cars, a

Sheriff's helicopter, and the Channel 3 news crew.

Now, I feel better.

Posted by Marco @ 16:34, June 03, 2002
Just a follow-up.... I'm still awake! running on 5 or less hours of sleep! splendid! *lalalalalalala* And im not napping!