Okay, tired, have to go to bed because, while I just got home from work, I have to be back there in exactly eight hours. And tomorrow during the day, while I thought I'd be working with friend Amy, I will instead be working with dreaded owner Scott. That should drive me fucking nuts. He'll probably want me to actually work during the day. Patooie. Who needs it. Plus he's just the most boring guy ever. Tomorrow should be painful.

Anyway, just had to get on and scribble a little nonsense because of two things I heard on the radio tonight. First, the commonly used term "inspirational" to describe things of a religious nature. Why is this an accepted term? Inspirational music. Inspirational literature. And it's so widely used that if you hear that term, you immediately know that they're talking about religious music or literature or whatever. But guess what? Not everyone considers religious stuff to be inspirational. I, for one, would prefer to refer to it as "mindless drivel." Can we start using that as an accepted term? Because to me, inspirational music is Tom Waits. Inspirational literature might be Catcher in the Rye or something. Oh well. I guess it's not important. You pinheads just keep on getting inspired by your silly mythology, and I'll keep on getting inspired by things that are actually interesting and worth my time and the use of my senses and synapses.

The other thing I heard on the radio that made me go, "What the fuck?" was this commercial for some strip club. I'm sure they referred to it as a "cabaret" or something. Cabaret. Just call it a titty bar. We all know what you're talking about. Well this place advertised themselves as being the only whatever that serves breakfast all day, and I wondered if there's a big demand for this. How do a big hot stack of pancakes and a girl sticking her ass in your face go together? Those are things that should be taken one at a time. Let me finish my pancakes, and then I'll put my face between your tits and blow fart sounds on your sweaty chest while you funnel all the money from my wallet before I go home lonely and disappointed in the state of my social life. Actually it's probably better to do this the other way around. Tits and ass in your face, and when you're done with that, scarf down some breakfast. That way you've got something to think about while you eat your omlette.

Goodnight.