Fuck.

     Shit.

     There is some kind of fuck up that I have to take care of at the bank.

     One would think they could take care of some simple shit, but apparently, I have to go make an appearance.

     It is the fucking last thing I want to do right now, but I got to if I want some money.

     What a pain in the ass.

     I would rather sit at home and play video games, and sleep.

     Goddammit.

     It fucking sucks.

     I was planning on having a fucking beer, but now I have to get on my bike, and go downtown.

     Fortunately, it doesn't take too long to get there, but I could be in the bank for an hour, just like last time.

     * * * * *

     Anyway, I am thinking about Flash Gordon while I play Star Wars online.  How in hell did Ming The Merciless make the entire planet of Mongo move towards Earth?  It makes no sense.  The entire planet would have to travel through an inter-dimensional portal.  Also, if the entire planet was traveling through space without the warmth of a sun, the whole planet would freeze.
     They said Star Wars had no scientific credibility, but look at the sci fi from the past.  No one complained then.

     Sheez.

     The threat of the planet Mongo to Earth is, I think, the seed that planted the idea of The Death Star against Alderaan.
     Aliens attacking with ships?  Fuck it.  Let's just have an entire planet disrupt everything.

     Anyway, I am procrastinating right now.  I should be getting to the bank.

     A thought comes to mind about the girl who complained that she had no personal life, when she kept posting everything she did on Twitter.  A notable example is, "I'm doing my fingernails."
     What a bitch.
     For starters, who cares if she is doing her fingernails or not?
     A sure sign that a girl doesn't play the piano is if she fucks with her fingernails a lot.

* * * * *

     Fuck.  I got my business taken care of at the bank.  It didn't take too long, thank fucking god.
     All we had to do was to put in the amount I wanted to withdraw, and fax it back.

     I don't know if it is all done yet.  Just got another thing in the mail that is related.

     I have developed a phobia of opening up the mail.

     I guess I won't have to worry about that if I end up homeless....hahahahaha.

     It never ends, the troubles I have.  sometimes I wonder if it is worth it.

     The problem is that there is nothing after this life. People think there is because it makes them feel better about things, but it really is not true.

     When you die, that's it.  There is nothing more.
     When a cockroach gets stamped on, the same thing happens to you.  Your soul does not go anywhere.
     "That's All Folks!"

     We are all going to die, every one of us.
     All the human race can hope for is to keep itself going, until the next disaster.