11:56 AM, Monday, May 25th, 2009:
Fuck the stones. Fuck 'em. Comedy Central cancelled. I just... I just goddamnit. That pushes this to after the 4th of July. I mean - for the love of all things fuuuuuuuuuuck.
What is this entry? There won't be a congruent thought in the whole thing. Here's my reaction to the voicemail:
 If your computer can handle it (meaning it doesn't stutter once it's loaded) click the "HQ" button... incredible.
GRRRR. It is funny that I knocked the camera off the shelf. Funny like a case of Herpes.
GODDDDDDDDDDDDAMNIT. Postive thinkers - stop. This blows. This is how shit fades away man. I'm not gonna have the ability to bug them for the next 5 weeks 'cause I'm gonna be in FREAKING AFRICA. (sigh). I'm sure there's positives to this but I'm just so freaking sick of the ups & downs. Losing Facebook, LeBron losing Game 4... losing this meeting. Such an anxious MONTH waiting for the 28th at 4pm. Overwhelmingly nerve-wracked. Pow, gone the day before. Get to start all over for some time in mid-July. Don't they know I'm gonna die of malaria? Can't I die with a development deal?  Please?
I need to get out of this entry. Floating, floating, floating. Gonna go listen to that CATCHY-ASS SONG another 22 times.
PS - before you ask, no reason given. You never get a reason. There's always more important things when you're the head of development at a huge network. I understand that. Just... fuck the stones man.