Tuesday, January 29, 2002


Loud Bruce fails to perceive how utterly annoying he is. His voice strikes at my cerebral cortex like a deranged Sharon Stone, wielding an icepick. His pauses in the middle of statements and his tone that reminds me of Jeffrey Dahmer talking to a particularly succulent schoolboy drive me mad. He attempts to engage me in conversation about movies, comics, books, and I just respond with "Yes, Bruce" and "That's nice, Bruce" and he doesn't get the hint. Friends of mine suspect I've made him up. I only wish this were true.