turn that frown... oh, screw it.

Sometimes I Hate a Lot of Things

I hate my frankenstein Mac, OS 9 and Internet Explorer 5.1. Dude. HOW HARD IS IT TO GET SOME SOME DECENT EQUIPMENT FOR ME TO PRETEND TO WORK ON?

I hate that there was never mud wrestling when I was in the Army. I only got in trouble for stupid stuff.

I hate reporters who keep phrasing it as "saving the life of" Terri Schiavo. This ain't Fox, and you ain't getting paid for your opinion, Sparky.

I hate Bill Frist. For so many reasons.

Everytime a newscaster mentions the Michael Jackson trial, God kills a kitten.

I hate that it's 70 degrees outside, I'm stuck in my windowless office, and tomorrow will be craptastic.

Dear Blogger:
You are a worthless piece of shite. I would like a full refund immediately.
Hate you,
Tequila Red

Occasionally I Love Stuff

I love TV on Tuesday, namely Scrubs and The Office. It's come to my attention that certain BBC purists have written off the Americanized Office because they "already know all the punchlines to all the jokes." No worries, my little darlings, that was only the case in the pilot, and only at NBC's insistence. From here on out, it's all original all the time. Steve Carell told me so, and he would never lie.

Tequila Red is always right.

I love whoever buys me these for my birthday. I always say you can never have too many pairs of Victorian knickers.


I love almost every song on this CD.

I love Terri Schiavo's blog.

I love how much ass my birthday party is going to kick. Have you heard that I'm having a birthday party? I am, you know. 30!

I love that my Grandma is doing better.

I love my job. Wait, no I don't. But I still have to go do it now. Buh-bye.