Dumb Spilling Shit

Well. Once again friends. I had another one of those brief annoying moments this morning. Was reading the paper all morning since I decided to skip the protest of the Iraq bullshit war, since it was snowing when I woke up this morning. But yes I went to acquire the drugs that keep my heart pumping correctly and my cholestrol at a nicer level. God must of said up there "You pathetic peon. You should be out there protesting that damn war, instead of reading about Amy Winehouse and all the awards the pathetic wino / crack addict / other essential intoxicating goodies injester will be receiving." I did the lunch thing which would of been a toasted bagel and cheese what appeared to be pumpernickle until I discovered the raisons and deemed it disgusting and then defrosted one without raisons. I poured a glass of tomato juice then sat down ate then sat back down in the living room to continue reading about my favorite famous drug addicts in the Philly paper. I went to pick up the Arts and Entertainment section and knocked over the tomato juice. It spilled all over the newspaper. I then panicked and thought oh well it was only tomato juice unlike the one time when God interveened on my drunkenness by me dropping a case of Yeungling Lager down my steps to my apartment. That time was more crucial than a little bit of tomato juice on the Philadelphia Inquirer.