Treasure

Here are a few places Paul and I visited while in Japan.

The Zojoji Temple and Tokyo tower in the background.

A walk way at Zojoji Temple


The Imperial Palace in Tokyo

The old Imperial Palace in Kyoto

The Golden Pavilion Kyoto

Work

It is 8:57am and I have work to do.

Work is one of those words that means so little but yet so much to me.

Honk. Honk. Hey Baby!

FUCK YOU ASSHOLE!

When I drive an hour and a half to my fucking job, I expect no intruders to enter my little bubble! I put a CD in and try to relax. It’s a hellish commute as it is and the last thing I want or need is some idiot hounding me. I’m in my car for crying out loud. Driving to work is a solitary experience! When you honk at me and display a pathetic attempt of attention what do you expect? Me to pull over and do you right on the side of the highway?

The past two weeks I have experienced something that I thought I had moved away from in Montgomery County. I am now getting the “HONK HONK! Hey baby how you doing? Want to jump on my dick?”

FUCK NO!

Why do men of all types, be they: attractive, fugly, or douchebags, get off on expressing their caveman instincts to fuck something? I thought I moved away from this. Well I guess I forgot the truth about the world. Humans can be the foulest disgusting creatures on the planet.

Once is not enough, not for these morons. Four fucking times! What goes through this person's mind?

Hey there is a chic in that white car. I know, I’m horny and I want to fuck something, let me honk at her and ask her if she wants to suck my dick! Oh damn, she flicked me off. Hmmm, well cars are moving, let me move ahead. Hey there is a chic in that white car. I know I’m horny and I want to fuck something, let me honk at her and ask her if she wants to suck my dick! Oh damn, she flicked me off. Hmmm, well cars are moving, let me move ahead.

Rinse and repeat!

You’d think at some point they’d figure out that there’s no way in hell I would (or any other self respecting female for that matter) ever want to fuck something as disgusting as them!

You might have heard but

The Year Two thousand seven, The day July eleventh, the hour twelve forty one Post meridiem

A girl steps on to a plane.

thriteen hours later her jorney starts with the love of her life

I AM GOING TO JAPAN !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OH YEAH BABY

Penny Arcade Expo 2007
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Name: Jessica Weiss
Number of people registered: 2


Title: Penny Arcade Expo 2007
Location: Washington State Convention and Trade Center
800 Convention Place
Seattle, WA 98101
USA
Phone: 206-694-5000
Date: Friday, August 24, 2007 Add to my calendar
Time: 2:00 PM

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Dangers of sleep

I find it harder and harder to wake up in the morning. I am one of these people that does not reach deep, restful sleep easily. Oh the many stories Paul could tell you of me sleeping with my eyes open, talking, hitting, and well frankly, just dreaming aloud.

I blame it on the bed! I can't reach REM because the bed will feed on my brain waves. It is alive, I swear it.

What no one told you is that your bed is alive. They are not made in factories like you thought. Once the creatures known as mattress were gathered in great forests by gnomes. The gnomes would round them up, like wild horses, and tame and train them. Now things are a bit more civilized. The beds are raised at bed farms and once they reach the right size they ship them out to stores near you.

Because they have been tamed and live in captivity they lay flat and don't move much.

But here is the part that makes my nights rough.

You know how when it is time to get up but you just can't? The bed is so cozy, the sheets are so soft and smooth, the pillow so fluffy. How can you leave a bed like this? That is mere bed trickery! Bed Voodoo!

Once you fall asleep and you have reached REM the bed sucks your dreams and feeds on them. When you awake to the bed being so cozy, all you want to do is just go back to sleep -- don't. It is just a trick! The bed will do anything to get you to lay back down and sleep so it can gorge itself more.

I know its tricks so I fight it in my dream world. My lashing out in sleep is me fighting the warm embrace of the bed. My dreaming aloud is so the bed can't suck my dreams out. My sleeping with my eyes open is me trying to trick the bed into thinking I am awake!

OH BEWARE BEDS OF THE WORLD. I am on to you – oh, I am on to you.

Douche Bag

I generally feel sorry for you, because you don’t get it. You are pathetic. You hide behind your insecurities only to boost them louder with your cacophonic over compensation. Why can't you realize that?