I honestly think there will always be an eternal animosity between customer service reps and the people they service. I’m sure on some ancient Egyptian Hieroglyph somewhere there is a depiction of a man screaming at another man behind a counter filled with little stone trinkets and boar’s heads. Perhaps the stone trinket that the man bought wasn’t the right size, or had some sort impurity. Maybe the boar’s head the man purchased wasn’t yet maggoty enough. Who knows; who cares? The simple fact remains that everyone will always need somebody to hate, and people who provide a service will always be a prime target.

Fun, fun, fun.

I've noticed Dylan posts, on average, three entries a day. Is he just incredibly bored, or is there actually THAT much he has to talk about. Maybe I'm the odd one out here. Ah well.

"...Let it be known that long and hard is the road that out of hell leads of to light."

-Milton, Paradise Lost

(It means this IS a beginning...)

Through out the course of my life, I have kept a few Journals. I consider these priceless to this day, for they show the very odd and at most times ugly transition from Christopher, to Chris (the few of you who know me intimately will probably understand this reference). For the most part, I consider a journal a very cathartic and private activity, and originaly I was reluctant to join the Blog Bandwagon. However, after much thought, I came to the concusion that I could probably have a lot of fun with this, given the general nature of chaos and strange happiness that wanders my brain like a discontented vagabond. So, long story short (too late) here I am.

To commereate this holiest of events (as Mohammed rolls over in his grave :->) I would like to recite a lyric or three from the emotionaly stirring and over all moving song by an illustrious master of the written word, Trey Parker.



"I’m thsuper!! Thanks for athsking, all things considered I couldn’t be better, I must thsay!

I’m THSUPER!! No nothing bugs me, everything is thsuper when you’re-don’t you think I look cute in this hat?

I’m so sorry, Mr. Cripple, but I just can’t feel too bad for you right now! Because I’m feeling so insanely thsuper, even the thought that you can’t walk can’t bring me down!!"



ALRIGHT!! I feel a ton better. You? Good to hear. It's always fun to belittle cripples, after all. (Please note that I am KIDDING)

Anyhoo, lets talk a little, shall we? Seeing as how this is a "public" journal, that means I have the wonderful opportunity to piss off a lot of people (see the cripple comment above), which to this day is one of my favorite activites. I'm sure some of you share the same sentiment. You know how it goes, they get all red faced and can't control their flatulance. God I live for that! (probably because I can't control my own flatulance, but I digress)

Most all of my rants will most often revolve around my most intimate psychotic-fucking-hatred (of which, I have many), stupid people. This subject actualy encompases a great deal of subjects, but is the master plan for the basic design of my PFH's (psychotic-fucking-hatreds...duh). I envite any and all comments on my subject matter. You can reach me at adonis_767@yahoo.com . Please note that, in the words of my girlfriend, flames (slander emails) will be heartily laughed at, then ignored.

I'll get into my rants in a day or so. In the mean time, try not to eat too many fats.

( There Dylan, I made an entry. Ya happy? ;->)