June 16th, 2002



Fathers day was nice. The Girls made me some nice things and got me some fun gifties. Brunch over at the new Sofitel was nice too. But ... what a hellish weekend otherwise! This bank thing is going to be the death of me yet. So fucking TYPICAL ... we did NOTHING WRONG ... the damn bank is just jerking us around. And, that's the pattern, isn't it? The god-damned drones of the evil Mundane World all turn "little Hitler" given a chance, so here we are, being fucking RAPED by CitiBank ... just becauase they CAN. Damn them all to hell. Damn the whole god-damned fucking mundane reality to HELL.

Gee ... don't you wish I had a poem to go with this?

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