Spiderman, Spiderman, doin' the things a spider can.

Dear Diary.

Why doesn't IMOOD have a setting for when you feel like ASS? I guess I should suggest it. For I feel like ass today. My dumb roomate crackbaby made me stay up way late last night because he wanted me to go get cigs with him at 2:30 am, and I'm sick, and need sleep, and hafta be at work at 8:00am. And he goes to work at 4:00pm. Fuggin loser.

The general consensus is that men suck today. It's what I'm hearing. Reality had the last word on this one, she thinks her boyfriend scratched her car with his truck, and he was acting suspicious about it. Kim, the girl from the next cube over just got kicked out of her house that she has with her boyfriend of a couple years, and a couple other people online were telling me about their romance problems with dudes. All so close to Valentines Day. I guess they think they can just fugg it all up and make it up on Monday.

I wonder if I secretly pissed of my girlfriend. Or here's a conspiracy theory. What if all the chicks in the world are just feigning pissed-offedness so that their respective significant others will go that extra mile Monday to make them feel better.

The dude from across the hallway has decided that we must have been extremely bad people in a past life to deserve the work environment we work in now. If I believed in re-incarnation, I'd hafta agree that I was Ghengis Khan. Or his lawyer. Now that must have been one scummy individual. Heh.

There you go. This is a new party game. Think of the worst people in the world and then think of how bad they were, and then think of how evil their lawyer would have to be.

Okay. I'm going to go cash my check now, it's lunch time.

I'll write more later, I guess.

/rizzn

Quote of the Entry: "[Valentines Day:] Just like New Year's, only this time it's personal. " - mysteria

The Face of Erectile Dysfunction

Dear Diary,

I'm back to normal. Hey stop laffing. What I mean to say is I'm back at work, *grumble grumble*, not lazing around in bed with strep throat sickness.

It started Friday with a throat clogging up, and me not waking up until 2pm. it continued all weekend. Sunday I had to go to the emergency room cuz I had a really high temperature.

Why are all these people around here so chipper and happy. They should be sick and miserable like me.

Monday thru Friday I laid around and played 'The Sims', the next best game in the world from the best software company in the world, Maxis.

My CD goes into post-production tonight. We'll see how that goes. It'll probably go back into production or some sort of stage of refinement afterwards, but we are going to take a shot at post production starting tonight. No one has emailed me any suggestions for a group or cd title name yet. I'll give the person who names it and it gets chosen a free cd or something, or I'll make a song in your honor on the cd. your choice.

I spent the entire day today in a feel-good seminar. It was all about how to do my job, like I haven't figured it out by the time I've spent 7 months here. And then at the end it's the whole spiele about how important we as tech heads are, and we should feel so important and we are like little Mother Theresa's (those are the actual words). It was pathetic.

I could have gone straight home after the seminar, but I came back so I could finish this diary entry and turn in my sick notes so I could get paid. So feel special, because you are 50% of the reason I'm spending extra time in my grey jail.

Anyways, I'm out. Love Rizzn.

Quote of the Entry: "My brother happened to be in my bedroom when an interesting commercial came on. It was the "this is the

face of erectile disfunction one." He said, "Now what happens when I see one of those men on the street. I'll look like a freak when I run away screaming that I saw THE face of erectile disfunction." I told him that he put the "dis" in disfunctional family and to get out of my room. " - dirtygirl

(I've seen that commercial, though, with my girlfriend oddly enough this weekend several times, and it never fails to disturb me every time.)

wadding panties

DearDiary,

if this entry looks all fubared, its because i'm writing it in the mall on one of these cheesey terminals they have. you know,those kiosks up s thayou will buy this or that internet service. the keys are intentionlly designed to miss the firt time you hit them. here comes a salesan.

i'm almost over my incident. they say that i'm okay now. just ecause i brutaly murdered 38 people on that charter airline jet just for reading over my shoulder at what i was writing.

heh

learned that trick from penn jillette. that salesman won't be bothering me for the duration of my stay here.

anyways. i've been skipping work lately. i wish i could say ive been having fun doing so, but i actully have strep throat disease.

it sux.

i've finally got some meds that mak the swelling in my throaat go down but it was swole shut this weekend. quite painful.

why am i wasting my time at this stupid kiosk?

m girlfriend is getting her hair dyed at the mastercuts over there. it should only take a few more LIFETImes1!!

gahh this keyboard sux.

no quote of the entry today. i don't have them with me. if this thing fubars my entry and it doesn't post, you'll hear about me on the news killing hapless bystanders (sorry been reading too many indy comics today....ICp, johnnythe homocidal, gloomcookie)

oh, btw, doug from frail is the one i quote all the time, in my quote of the entry. he wrote me this weekend. i couldn't tell if he was pissed or what, but from now on i have to link to him when i say stuff he says.

anyways, i'm out before too many more peeps panties wad up on them.

/rizzn

Bag 'o' Crack

Dear Diary,

Chicks are weird. Just so you know.

It's hard to tell what they mean sometimes.

My girlfriend today asked me when I was going to outgrow drugs.

"Not that it bothers me, or anything, just wanted to know."

Okay. I can't read women's minds, never claimed to. But I know that means something, just don't know what. She and I do drugs together occasionally. She doesn't have problems with it then. She thoroughly enjoys herself. I'm not addicted, she's not addicted. ('cept tobacco). I don't have a problem with them, I don't spend all my money on them, I don't do them every week, just once every month or two.

I wish I could figure out what chicks mean when they say things.

Okay. I'm outta here. I'm bored. It's time to go home. I can't believe it took me all day to do one entry for the book.

/rizzn

Quote of the Entry: "I just hope her "Wrong wrong wrong" dream wasn't the one where I fuck a midget pirate Frenchman, or the one where I suck an old man off for bus fare, because those one are wrong wrong wrong. " - doug

Users are LUsers

Top o the mid morning to you mr diary,

I just realized that I am indeed a wack-o, as reality so eloquently put it. I went over re-reading my diaries, and I must agree, that if I were to asess this person called rizzn on an objective level that I might hafta concur on that.

Which is why I seldom make judgement call's on other peoples sanity except when I catch them in the act of LSD consumption (because that's the only time to really be certain someone is certifiably insane - an that's a fact). Y'know? It's like pot, kettle, black.

Pot, kettle, black is something I personally can't stand, either. Like shortly after I started going out with my girl, she was going thru a rough patch of life, and was slightly fragile. Just because she exhibited some signs of frailty, many people assumed she was 'crazy.'

That's something I can't stand, especially from those who were saying it. People who shall remain nameless, but initials start with Acid.Burn and crackbaby (friend and roommate, respectively). People known for their lack of mental stability, and I'm talking actual real, institionable problems, here.

On a different note, I'd like to thank all six individual viewers that come to my diary on a regular basis. I know who some of you are because I email you, but my stats show a couple more that are coming too via direct hits. I am pleased an honored. Danke.

And if you, too want to recieve a non monetary reward from the lost and found box, and/or a personalized thank you email from mister rizzn (that's me), book mark my diary and I'll mention you in a future entry. and you could be famous. Because someday when I'm dead all these entries will be discovered, and I'll be revered as the revolutionary that I am.

Now that just proves I'm crazy.

Does that mean I have to join that webring of wack-os now?

/rizzn

Quote of the Entry: "alright, i'm not always the clever boy i put myself out to be. currently, i'm suffering the wrath of God- permanent brain freeze. the moral of this story? -- leave the goddamn nitrous at the dentist's office"

- Orpheus

Burma Shave

Dear Diary,

I was looking around at other diaries, I found two cool ones. One was dirtygirl and the other was Embryo. I found them by linking from mungleford today.

I really don't know how to review those diaries, because they seem, well, I'll say it, cool. They are very cool, very interesting to read. I get the feeling, though, that I'm reading it as an outsider.

Hrmm, I'm going to grab some lunch and continue....

*rizzn ambles to jack in the box*

elevator music ensues

*rizzn moseys back after assisting phil with his excel sheet*

Sheesh, on a different subjeckt. That was at lunch, it's like 3 or something now.

Anyways, Kim, the person who's cube is next to mine, opened up like a floodgate about her lovelife problems again. She's finally breaking up with the dude she's been living with for 2 years. Kim is an asian chick, and I normally wouldn't mention it, but Kim is especially hung up on being asian.

(whew close call, she just came in the cube to return a highlighter -- good thing she isn't the nosey type that reads their neighbors screens. Doncha just hate that crap?)

Anyways, she has this strict policy of dating asian only dudes, except now she seems to have recinded that policy. She now wants me to hook her up with a white guy, because she doesn't know any. I figured I am safe from her advances because she is looking for someone over twentyfour (I'm twentyone). Not that I would normally mind, but I have a girlfriend now, and I don't need another girl I see on a regular basis vying for my attention. I guess she kinda lost that chance when I was still single.

But I figured that she'd have fun with my roomate Phitt, and Phitt is definately messed up enough in the head for it to be funny for innocent bystanders, so I think I'm going to set him up with her. It should prove amusing for future diaryland entries. Watch for the ensuing drama.

Just so you know, Phitt is cool, he's got a level head, keeps a steady job, has great aspirations that will definately make him a bigshot one day, but in off the job conduct he's got mannerisms sometimes that make it hard to tell whether the fellow is tripping or when he's sober. It's quite entertaining. Him with Kim should be fun.

Anyway, there's like a hundred calls in queue all of a sudden so something important on the network must have blown up or i don't know. I'll write later or tomorrow or something.

/rizzn

Quote of the Entry

All I've got to say is:

"White trash, get down on your knees, it's time for cake and sodomy"

- doug

A peach looks good

Lemme go on. Like a blister in tha sun.
Lemme go on. Big hands I know yer tha one.

When I'm a walking, I strut my stuff, then I'm so strung out
I'm high as a kite, I just might, stop to check you out

Lemme go on. Like a blister in tha sun.
Lemme go on. Big hands I know yer tha one.

Body and beats, I stain my sheets, I don't even know why
My girl friend, she's at the end, she is starting to cry

( - Violent Femmes, Blister in the Sun)

That song was stuck in my head all night long. That's the second night in a row that I was plagued by a song for a full night's sleep.

Not that I mind, it's a cool song, this time.

Yesterday was a not on schedule day. I left work an hour late, but still made it 5 suburbs over to see my girl right before her work let out, and we were going to make drunken fools of ourselves at Razoo's with the rest of her co-werkers (free beer!!), but when I got there, her roomate was there.

Her roomate informed me that she had obtained Star's tickets and stuff, so she went and did that.

Phitt and I were supposed to work on our 'masterpiece' song for our new album anyways.

It didn't quite come out to be a masterpiece, although it still might make the final cut. Phitt has this obsession with making a noise jungle out of the percussion, and we kept handing the controls on the songs back and forth, and while I'm making a gothi-techno sounding song, with deep orchestrals, and bouncy-blips, he's in there merging it into ethnic drums, and shit.

Executed slightly different, it might be a good song, but it was just mediocre. Dunno, sometimes you have it, sometimes you don't.

Today is going to be boring. Just so you know.

BTW, hey to Skunk_Girl and Reality. Haven't seen you folk online at all for a while. So hey.

(Is that song still in your head? Imagine it as the fade out music while the diary entry's credits roll. ;-)

/rizzn

Quote of the entry: "To top it all off when I got home my mother was being a total bitch and over hears me complaing about the earlyer situation and she of course was amazed and being a total bitch about it. Calling J a bad person with no respect for her body just cause she does pot and she acualy said I should take J aside and ask her Why she does it like this is some fucking afterschool special?" - loozrgrrl