2-25-00 F 1:55 PM
I'm at class. I typed fifteen minutes this morning. Played guitar. Rode to work. Got a paper. Kids did book reports. We went to the library. Had a grade level meeting after recess. A soul food banquet was provided in the auditorium for Black Heritage Month. Principal Howard wants me to set up a Wilshire Hill web page. We ate chicken, black-eyed peas and rice, collared greens, corn bread, stuffing, and peach cobbler.
We're just fooling around now. If I ever finish this, I'll read the second book of Blake's "Jerusalem." He seems to think that imperialist Englishmen are God's Chosen People. Rochelle is coming up to school again today. We're going to the Oldsmobile dealer and try again. We should go to the credit union maybe after that. Or maybe just to Wells Fargo. We'll try to go to Bahooka tonight maybe. Got to call Pablo, Rawler, Thing, and Ball. I hope those bastard-ass car-dealer motherfuckers allow us to get a car at a reasonable price in a reasonable amount of time. Carlos Santanna won eight Grammys. He says that an angel, and actual angel, or at least a vision of one, Metrenol (sounds like a drug) or something is what he says its name is, the angel that visits him. Blake said the same thing. [ink sketch of Lucifer-like figure] Los visits me usually. Carlos, my friend, not Santanna, wants to go to the batting cages tomorrow. I've got to do a third person page today or write that letter to the Hiroshitas. Carlin called and offered tickets to Ben Harper at the Universal Amphitheater, but we're supposed to go to "Fantasia 2000" at the IMAX. Kenny said it's as boring as the original. If I ever get to the bottom of this page, we can go play basketball. Walter said I'm a little fat. I could go for a nap. I need acupuncture. It's supposed to rain Sunday. Our game may get rained out. I wonder if Rochelle's mom is still coming Sunday. I think we can get the car for $20,138 at 3.9% with $3500 down. I'm not insured to drive it. I have to pay over six thousand in my taxes. Fucked. I wonder if I Ball and La Nina will have and cool drugs for "Fantasia." I wonder [sticker of a telephone'] I wonder why angels never visit me. I wonder when we'll have that car. By 3:30 I hope.
I'm at class. I typed fifteen minutes this morning. Played guitar. Rode to work. Got a paper. Kids did book reports. We went to the library. Had a grade level meeting after recess. A soul food banquet was provided in the auditorium for Black Heritage Month. Principal Howard wants me to set up a Wilshire Hill web page. We ate chicken, black-eyed peas and rice, collared greens, corn bread, stuffing, and peach cobbler.
We're just fooling around now. If I ever finish this, I'll read the second book of Blake's "Jerusalem." He seems to think that imperialist Englishmen are God's Chosen People. Rochelle is coming up to school again today. We're going to the Oldsmobile dealer and try again. We should go to the credit union maybe after that. Or maybe just to Wells Fargo. We'll try to go to Bahooka tonight maybe. Got to call Pablo, Rawler, Thing, and Ball. I hope those bastard-ass car-dealer motherfuckers allow us to get a car at a reasonable price in a reasonable amount of time. Carlos Santanna won eight Grammys. He says that an angel, and actual angel, or at least a vision of one, Metrenol (sounds like a drug) or something is what he says its name is, the angel that visits him. Blake said the same thing. [ink sketch of Lucifer-like figure] Los visits me usually. Carlos, my friend, not Santanna, wants to go to the batting cages tomorrow. I've got to do a third person page today or write that letter to the Hiroshitas. Carlin called and offered tickets to Ben Harper at the Universal Amphitheater, but we're supposed to go to "Fantasia 2000" at the IMAX. Kenny said it's as boring as the original. If I ever get to the bottom of this page, we can go play basketball. Walter said I'm a little fat. I could go for a nap. I need acupuncture. It's supposed to rain Sunday. Our game may get rained out. I wonder if Rochelle's mom is still coming Sunday. I think we can get the car for $20,138 at 3.9% with $3500 down. I'm not insured to drive it. I have to pay over six thousand in my taxes. Fucked. I wonder if I Ball and La Nina will have and cool drugs for "Fantasia." I wonder [sticker of a telephone'] I wonder why angels never visit me. I wonder when we'll have that car. By 3:30 I hope.
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