My Name Is Oblivian... And I'm Outta Heeeerrrre

I'm tired of Aruba. This place sucks. This weather sucks. The government intervention sucks. This assignment sucks. That's right, I said it: sucks to this ass-mar-ment. I'll eventually post the rest of my articles and interviews once I'm not so fucking sick of this sucky suckhole.

I have a feeling the Cardinals may've won the Pennant had my brainwaves of support been coming from within our nation's borders, instead of from a Dutch colony floating in the Atlantic. So I also have that reason to hate being on this windy, little paradise-that-couldn't.

Halloween's approaching and I gotta get back to Los Angeles. I'm bringing Timtiki with me. During my time here he's developed an affinity for the American movies we've watched every Friday. He fits perfectly in my large carry-on bag. We're blowing this suckmound.
Later, Clydes.
Originally Printed on 10/25/05
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J.J. Oblivian
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