Thoughts from my journal...
What's with spam? No not the ever so yummy when deep fried meaty treat, but that awful email crap we all get in our inboxes every damn day. Apparently there are only a small number of people out there sending millions of these things. One of these guys was living here. I hope they shoot him. Anyway, the idea of spam is to get people to buy your stuff right? Who the hell out there is buying their stuff? It ain't me. It ain't anyone I know. I sure hope it is none of my faithful readers! So if it's no one... Then why are we still getting spammed? This is a great weight on my mind... :o(
On Tuesday night the bus was quite crowded. Normally I look quite menacing and manage to keep my seat to myself. However this guy in a suit decided to invade my seat space and sit next to me. One of the reasons that I don't like people sitting next to me is the smell. Why do I always get the smokers who have just smoked 5 packs before getting on the bus or the guys who have just drunk a yard glass of beer? Well this guy didn't smell like them. He didn't even smell like one of those people who go to the gym after work but would prefer to use the showers in their own homes. No. This guy smelt of lemons. The minute he sat down next to me, my nostrils were invaded with the pungent aroma of freshly cut lemons. Who smells like lemons? I worry that I have a brain tumour. Isn't smelling lemons the first sign?
San Nakji for President!