Thursday, 17 August 2006
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On Hell, Death, and Fond Farewells
The reports of my death were greatly exaggerated.
I've been staying at a Motel the last three days that lacked internet access. It also lacked cleanliness.
It was the cheapest place I could find. It's the kind of place that the homeless or chimney sweeps take their prostitutes.
It is the "Great Western Inn" in Pasadena, Texas. Although, in the Bible it's referred to as "Hell."
I slept on top of the sheets on the foot of the bed. I prognosticate that this is the least disease infested part.
I can only imagine the amount of children that have been conceived in that hotel room, only to end up aborted by their 14 year old mom later.
Luckily, I didn't see any roaches while I was there. Otherwise I'd be forced to squeel like a little girl.
A Rest In Peace goes out to our dog Traveler. She went to doggie heaven on Tuesday, just a few days shy of her 13th birthday.
We got her when I was in 3rd grade and now I'm fixing to be in 16th grade.
Today was also sad as some of my coworker's had their last days.
I, however, will spend another few nights in the Rotting Cesspool Motel next week to earn some more money from work before I head back to the ATX.
Puff Daddy said "Mo Money, Mo Problems", but I think it's more like, "Money is life, the rest is just details."
Oh, and "Stitches are trophies for the intense."
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