Gug's House

I'm considering taking it upon myself to write next year's cheap animated Christmas cash-in movie.  So far I've got the part where Santa makes his grand entrance into the workshop complete with flashing lights, fog, entrance music, and rhythmic elf clapping.  He yells "Party people let me hear you make some toooooys!"  That will be the trailer too.  And believe it or not, the rest of the movie will be even worse.

I'm the kind of guy who gets upset when his shirt that he's worn since he was in elementary school that came with a scholastic book order gets a hole bigger than a cue ball in it, even though it has a picture of gorilla on it and says "to be or not to be" on the bottom -a print that can only cause people to make assumptions about him as a person when they see him in it that he would rather they did not.  Is it supposed to make some kind of statement?  Were gorillas in some kind of ecological danger back then?  Did someone think it was funny to juxtapose Shakespeare and a picture of gorilla?  Funny enough to dedicate a tee shirt to?  STUPID THUMB, WHY DID YOU TEAR THROUGH THIS EQUALLY STUPID SHIRT?

Labels: to look back on in a few years and feel that I've improved a lot as both a person and a writer

9:12PM I don't know, last time we went to Boston Market, I got the runs. I remember because I researched on Wikipedia for a Boston equivalent of Montezuma. I went with James Abercrombie, a British colonel who was fatally wounded in the battle of Bunker Hill and died later in a hospital in Boston.

9:15PM Oh hey, this is actually the exact same Boston Market we went to that time when I got Abercrombie's revenge.

10:31AM Hey guys, I've got diarrhea.