i just had a telemarketer call my house. he asked for someone that doesn't live here. i politely told him he had the wrong number (even though he was the second telemarketer to call in 10 minutes), at which time he asked me what me if my phone number was blah blah blah 8563. i said "nope…8536." he said "ah…so i have the right number but the wrong name. are you in charge of the phone account?" i said "i just told you you have the wrong number and the wrong name." then he asked "well, sir, are you in charge of the phone account?" at this point i was about sick of this guy, so i said simply "no. goodbye." he said "i'll call back later." i informed him that would be a bad idea.

lesson? cats and telemarketers make it nearly impossible to sleep in.

hold. phone ringing again. what do you want to bet it's another parasite?

verdict? a computer calling me telling me this is not a solicitation. yeah. right.

i wanted to sleep in so frickin' bad today, it's ridiculous. so to all you people out there that get to sleep in every day, without fear of cats or telemarketing bloodsuckers waking you every two minutes? i hate you. really.

i really wanted to use "fuck them. fuck them up your stupid asses" but i felt like it was a bit harsh. you'll all know what i'm talking about come friday, anyway…

by the way, in case you haven't noticed, tim redesigned. i'd also like to point out that collapsing has been linking us for a while, but i'm lazy about saying howdy.

enough of that "in circle" blogging bollocks.

this is the best radiohead article i have ever read. hands down.

enough of that "linky" blogging bollocks.

as far as yesterday goes, it only got worse. thanks for asking.

enough of that "personal" blogging bollocks.