Sir Brewster's Journal

Procrastinate v. put off; delay
(Webster's New World Pocket Dictionary)

Several months ago, my dear friend and cyberdaughter, Bekki gave me a LJ account. Being the major procrastinator that I am, I am just now writing my first entree...chicken and rice. Writing to myself might sound like a boring thing but hey what the hell else do I have to do?

Kitty kats like little lost angels sing on telephone poles. I won't talk to my LJ with much prolificity I would imagine, but who knows.

Today:

I had the day off today. I went to pick up Chinese food and some crap from the Krogeres next to the restaurant (I must pluralize every store I go to if'n I want to sound like a real redneck i.e. "I went to the Wal Martses today"...but I digress). Man, it seemed like everyone and their inbreed cousin was out shopping today! It took me 10 minutes to get out of the freaking parking lot! What I wouldn't give for some normal roads around this town! As much as I hated SoCal traffic, at least you didn't have to fear for your life every time you drove (unless you drove in the barrios). I hate driving on Saturdays because the only decent rock radio station around here spends all Saturday afternoon covering the Nascar races. I absolutely abhor, despise, hate and dislike to the Nth degree Nascar. I really don't see what the appeal is of watching a bunch of cars that are painted with different advertisements going around in circles. It's about the same as watching a freaking hamster run on his wheel. Big fucking whoop.

Ok...enough for today...