12-15-01 - 9:05 a.m.
heasley and i were recently sitting in the parking lot of carl's jr after a giddy meal of tempura and a couple of those huge sapporo beers and she told me about this site. she insists that someone will find the mudane ramblings of a middle-aged woman who acts her shoe size fascinating. someone will connect and go, "oh yeah! i know how it feels to run short of snowcaps and pinot grigio halfway through the subtitled, digitally remastered with added footage, director's cut of Das Boot!" someone will relate to that enduring, fruitless search for a wash day miracle that actually does the wash for you. someone will be able to explain why birds tend to group together on certain sections of telephone wire like they're at an a-list party and my invitation got lost in the mail. somebody out there will agree that life is one long B movie with interruptions for trips to the john and snackbar. on a rare day, they've got fresh popcorn and plenty of mike and ike's. but most of the time your bladder has shrunk to the size of a peanut, the line is long and the last person in the stall forgot to flush.