Uncaring Bastard
yes! you have been waiting for it and now... it. is. HERE!!!
today is officially Uncaring Bastard day.
you've got work to do? who cares! you forgot to call grandma? who cares! you spilled yoplait all over your keyboard? you could not give a rat's ass. no no no. there is no caring.
so just take a deep breath and let it all out.
it's harder than it sounds, right? i mean, saying, "i don't care" is fairly easy but actually not caring is hard.
not caring is hard? who cares!
wheeeeee! it's Uncaring Bastard Day!
last night madhavi was feeling bad because she was going camping and not taking the dog. i told her to TELL the dog she was just going to the lab. i mean, she was considering driving up past willits (5 hours) with the dog, camping for a few days, then driving back to SF to drop off the dog and back up to willits (4 hours). lucky for her, it's uncaring bastard day! and, really, she's just. going. to. the. lab. (do NOT tell the dog!!!)
i'm a little cranky today. (right, who cares!)
in better news, madhavi has decided to come to the hippie-dance-a-thon this weekend for at least part of the time because she does not care that she's missing lab-time. or she's *trying* not to care. plus (wink wink) she's in the lab now, not camping at all, no no no...
it is a good thing the dog does not read my blog.
i recently discovered this blog, which i like. especially her cartoon about your ass. if she makes more shirts, i may purchase one. but i am not in love with the pooping bunny shirt.
god. work is slow.
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slow.
today my grandmother told me that she thinks i'm going to marry madhavi. i guess she doesn't care that she's not jewish. or maybe she found out it is Uncaring Bastard day. or maybe she's just relieved to find out i'm not gay (hah! take that Ajax!). she said when she found out that we're moving in together, "you two are going to stay together. i like her."
whew. that's hard not to care about. i mean, my bubbe is my last living grandparent. i called her on the cellular phone on my way to work because i am a good grandson.
i can hear my boss playing the "whack a penguin across the ice" flash game RIGHT NOW! i guess that means it's time for me to play the "shoot stick dude with tiny arrows" game. and it's only 10:30!
man. it's gonna be one of those days.
for the love of god, send me interesting things to do. do not be such an uncaring bastard.
i care just enough to post this meager post that i'm posting right now since you were the only person that cared that much about me today. sniff...
fuck that! i'm not sending you anything. i heard it was uncaring bastard day!
this blog is becoming more and more like girls are pretty. which is ok. because i love girls are pretty.
yay! i love uncaring bastard day! though you really shouldn't have called your grandmother.
when i get to work in the morning, i check my e-mail and see if my sweetie is online. if not, the next thing i do is check this blog. guess that won't help you much, though.