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I saw Ghost World with my friend Karen. It was the best film I have seen this year. My top three for this year are (in order) Ghost World, Hedwig and the Angry Inch and Moulin Rouge. I recommend all three to people who like the same movies that I do.

Karen drives me nuts. I spent the entire ride home suppressing a primal scream. I don't like driving into the city in my unreliable car so I invite her along. She complains sometimes that I don't treat her very well, and that is probably true, but if I didn't then she'd want to hang out even more. She just chalks it up to the way that I am. She also likes to talk about things that I don't care about or want to hear. It's like she's trying to get me to take her side on things or validate her actions, but usually I don't think she's right. She just thinks that everyone is out to get her. I need to find another friend who likes artsy movies and is willing to drive me into the city. One who isn't so... annoying.

I'm eating honey straws that I picked up at the fair with clique. The sour cherry ones are the best. They taste like, well, sour cherries mixed with honey. Not all that surprising in retrospect.

Top Ten Fast Food Menu Items

1. Burger King Chicken Sandwich, heavy mayo
   
2. Wendy's Chili with fries (fries dipped and eaten)
   
3. White Castle cheeseburger
   
4. Taco Bell Pintos and Cheese
   
5. Wendy's Spicy Chicken, heavy mayo and no tomatoes
   
6. Burger King Whopper, no tomato or onion
   
7. Taco Bell Chili-Cheese Burritos
   
8. Burger King Bacon Double Cheeseburger, plain
   
9. Taco Bell Taco Salad, no tomato
   
10. McDonald's Big Mac

I need something more interesting to talk about. I think I will rob a bank for your entertainment.

Bad day turned good, or at least better.

I had a bad work day. I have this project I'm working on and the boss says he doesn't want me working on anything else. So a friend comes to talk to me and the boss basically chances him away. So later another coworker stops by (with work related question) and I say "Sorry, my mom won't let me play right now" loud enough for him to hear. I don't think he thought it was as funny as I did. Toward the end of the say, we had a documentation meeting. Now, I developed a template that was all fine and dandy. pretty much everyone liked it. We create quick little documents to give to our customers. In the course of the meeting, the template was pretty much ripped to shreds and a ribbon of bureaucratic bullshit was wrapped around it. Now instead of just writing a document and having someone check it, we have to go through four approvals before it gets to the point where we can publish it. Speaking from my experience, everyone who gets to approve it will demand a change or two, usually contradicting the changes that the previous reviewer demanded. I went into a brief tirade about that, too. He tells me to tell him when something bothers me, but if I do then he just tries to justify it and so it's all for naught. This, of course, reaffirms my belief that it's better to just keep your mouth shut and seethe in peace until I eventually explode and either quit or kill people.

So I have this theory. It's more of a hypothesis, actually. I will continue to test it until sufficient evidence is gathered to make it a theory, and then if it stands the test of time it will become a law. Anyway, the theory is that bad days are contagious. Comedian Mark Meron says that bad days just keep spreading and spreading until eventually it all ends up in the Middle East. In order to break the cycle (and hopefully bring some love into the Israeli-Palestinian relationship) I like to give someone a good day whenever I am having a bad one. Kinda makes sense, doesn't it. Today I was spreading my love to the sushi joint. How do you give people a good day in a restaurant? You be extra-polite and tip really really well. There's this one sushi chef who now recognizes me as a semi-regular and he gave me a special roll of his own creation. It was a thin slice of cucumber as a base with a little nori, and then pickled daikon, crab, shrimp, tamago (egg omelet), cucumber sticks, and probably something else. Then he put it into a beautiful bowl with a little piece of lettuce and a squirt of vinegar. It was beautiful and tasted wonderful. In case I didn't make it obvious enough, he gave this to me, a little gesture that said that he appreciates my business. Anyway, it made my day so I made his even more than I had originally planned: a $10 tip for a $22 meal.

Afterwards, I went to Borders to spend a little money, always a way to make yourself feel better. I decided that I was going to buy a new dvd, and decided on The Jerk, a wonderful movie that I am surprised that I didn't buy earlier. I also decided to buy a new CD and picked one by a group called Pearl Django. I listened to about a total of 30 seconds of three different tracks and decided it was good enough. I hope I like it. On my way out, I stopped by the discount dvd bin and ended up getting Elizabeth as well. All in all it was three things that I didn't need, but oh well, fuck it.

Outside of borders there was this beautiful cloud. Fluffy and white against the flat darkening sky, the sunset casting a pinkish hue onto the edge. There was a flash or two of heat lightning that made it even more exciting. I gawked at it for a few minutes than came home.

Sapphy seems to think that I am not serious I say I am looking for other things to do than chat every night. I'm not, really. I'm not thinking of "quitting chat" or anything like that, just to seriously cutback my time. I'm finding it increasingly hard to talk to anyone about anything interesting. It's just a bunch of silly banter. And I am not at all like what I am in chat. I don't know. I am probably just being overly dramatic or something. I'm probably just bored. I don't think anyone really knows me, and I fear that I know me least of all.

I saw the first episode of a new series on The Independent Film Channel. It's called First Person and it's a series of half hour interviews with the ordinary extraordinary people who inhabit our little lives. The first episode was about a guy who runs a website that basically broadcasts his whole life. It was very interesting. The series is by Errol Morris, one of the great documentarians alive. I recommend you go to your video store and check out some of his works, like Gates of Heaven, The Thin Blue Line, or Mr. Death: The Rise and Fall of Fred A. Leuchter, Jr. .

Why am I so obsessive about linking so many things? Do y'all even click on them?

I don't think I'm allowed to post without a top ten list, so here it is:
Joey's Top Ten Tequilas (many of these I have only had one shot of, mind you)

1. El Tesoro Paradiso
   
2. Patron Añejo
   
3. 1921 Reposado Limitada
   
4. El Tesoro Silver
   
5. Tenoch's Reposado
   
6. Cuervo Reserva de Familia
   
7. Patron Reposado
   
8. Nacional Silver
   
9. El Jimador Añejo
   
10. Herradura Repasado

I have a bottle of Casa Noble Reposado that is waiting to break into the top three.

That's it, I'm out.