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1:23 AM -- 2004-03-04
Its getting to be about that time, folks.

Upon further analyzation, I noticed that I've sadly run out of rum here.

Yes, shopping list... we need more rum. Have the assistant handle the rum issue immediately.

I'm not sure if my stint as a bum here in the underground has been a good or a bad thing. The urge to get back to the action has been crawling up and down my spine like an army of ants surveying my carcass. They'll attack soon, very calculated and precise, so I'll have no chance of escape when the time comes. Since I'm not fond of the idea of my body being feasted on by hungry ants, I'm preparing to make my move to Austin this saturday.

To think, this time last year, I was selling candles at a boutique, while in the off time moving illicits for a pack of ruffians at the local university. Strange times they were, and stranger they've become.

But I'll save that for my memoirs.

My lighter, goddammit... where'd it go??

I talked to a long lost friend from highschool tonite and agreed to a lunch date for friday. Lord knows I probably wont keep it, because only the on-track people keep appointments these days. Scout's honor, I'll do my best though.

Little known fact is that I was twice a girlscout... my mother never kept appointments, and I hardly made it to the meetings. Souless jackels still collected the loot when I peddled those fucking cookies. Crazy racket... girl scouts.

"I sold 80 boxes of cookies and all I got was this lousy waterbottle."

Camp was memorable, I admit. Its good for kids to at least spend one time at camp. All I can remember is being incredibly suspicious when I found out snipe-hunting was a sham, and the single-serving box of Corn Pops I got for being the first to discover.

Hush money in the form of a breakfast cereal.

What kind of sick wierdos started this dangerous charade we know as the girlscouts?? The christians, I bet.... they run a number of mystic rackets. The Christian Children's fund... in which proceeds go mostly the good reverend's coke habit, the gay-bashing boyscouts, and the whole Marilyn Manson franchise. All Christian run unpleasantness.

To the land of mysticism, I run.

The Ninja, is signing off..

Sa Da Tay!