i have that "sunshowers" song by M.I.A. stuck in my stupid head. it's all-
"You wanna go? / You wanna win a war? / Like PLO I don't surrendo ... Semi 9 and snipered him / On that wall they posted him / they cornered him / and then just murdered him."
it's like gwen stefani throwing a garbage can through a store window.
it's like phat "rich girl" cheerleader beats with lyrics by an angry revolutionary.
i highly suggest you find your eye patch and twenty minutes and pirate the hell out of her CD, "arular" or you could buy it sucker.
nothing is happening here at buckman.
slow news day.
we have a reporter that's been trying to quit the paper and get married and settle down that's stumbled onto a serial killer slated for execution tomorrow morning. she's hiding him in a piano...
this happens like, every thursday it seems.
there's a prehistoric shark throwing a fit in the lobby because somebody ran a quote of his about james cameron out of context.
terrorists have taken over the 32nd floor, but everybody knows they're just glorified bank robbers after the currency plates we have in the big buckman safe. whatever.
that guy that made the green glowing bio-enhanced bunny rabbit is threatening to jump form 41 if we don't return his rabbit, (that ain't gonna happen by the way since we ate it last night around 2:30 in the morning) but i really could care less. my "jump" time was 3:15 and it's what? 5:35? yeah i lost that pot, so...
dennis hopper's been prank calling all day. he keeps asking for commander kurtz and going on to say:
"what are they gonna say about him? what are they gonna say? that he was a kind man? that he was a wise man? that he had plans? that he had wisdom? bullshit man-" and he just keeps going and going; it was funny like, the first couple times, but it's been three steady months. it's just weird and pathetic now.
really it's been a very slow news day.