PARABOLICAL GRAFFITI

When I meet someone in the street and ask what they're doing...I don't expect them to tell me that they are going to murder their boss and rob a bank...

Edit: Is there something anyone wants to tell me about...well, me?

I'm seriously sick of this crap. I know they're out there. Know what I think? I think they're afraid. Yup, they're hiding away somewhere, probably in sewers pissing themselves. They need to grow a set and come out of hiding. Because I'm bored. Buncha sissy, blood sucking jerks.

This whole being pulled around with no choice in the matter by a higher power sucks. I can't even vent my trigger happy annoyance.

Strange beyond belief. Literally.

How many humans comment on this board?

I really love this place lately. For you newcomers, it gets better. It really does.

So, this is LA, huh?

It's everything a big city should be. The appropriate amount of sparkle, lots of big buildings, throngs of people...I guess if you've seen one, you've seen 'em all, right?

Yeah, about that. Unless I blacked out for the better part of, say, four years, it just shouldn't be 2005 yet! Or, option number two, someone lied to me when they said there was only a three-hour time difference between the City of Angels here and New York. Judging from the looks of it, I'm not the only one faced with this particular surprise.

C'mon, I know everyone says at some point that they wish they could just fast-forward through a part of their life, but this is just unnecessary.

And really, really frightening.

All right, this isn't funny anymore. Nice joke, real elaborate with the glowy piece of whatever and the newspaper that's telling me it's 2005. I'm impressed, I admit it. Now knock it off!

...where'd the Hollywood sign go?