tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53865672011-04-21T14:23:27.805-04:00white dwarfin astronomy, a type of star that is abnormally faint for its white-hot temperaturedannyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12107399313805067823noreply@blogger.comBlogger171100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386567.post-1086826788808939692004-10-14T20:03:00.000-04:002004-10-17T04:14:12.053-04:00maybe i should have applied myself in school...maybe if i didn't do the bare minimum amount of work... i just believed in the future i would be rich. i never thought exactly how i'd get to be rich though...my family isn't rich...i've never invented anything.... actually, wait...i did draw up a design for a vehicle that skimmed across the tops of trees when i was 9. i called it the "tree skimmerdannyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12107399313805067823noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386567.post-1063383702634620452003-09-12T12:21:00.000-04:002003-09-12T12:21:42.610-04:00horribly hung over... i'm trying to figure out how to sleep at my desk without anyone noticing. its not going very well. dannyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12107399313805067823noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386567.post-106029369992202112003-08-07T18:01:00.000-04:002003-08-07T18:02:39.063-04:00umm... my coworker just caught me talking dirty to a tin of cookies. i was just really happy to see that there were some left to eat. i'm sure 3 hours of sleep also had something to do with it....dannyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12107399313805067823noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386567.post-1059157730826538142003-07-25T14:28:00.000-04:002003-07-25T14:37:57.926-04:00while i was getting lunch... a business man walked into a blind man on the street. business man - "sorry, i didn't see you" blind man - "thats ok, i can't see shit!" ahhh, what a country... dannyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12107399313805067823noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386567.post-1058892370415933442003-07-22T12:46:00.000-04:002003-07-22T12:47:19.536-04:00written on a jar of olives i'm having for breakfast. "not a significant source of saturated fat, cholesterol, dietary fiber, sugars, vitamin a, vitamin c, calcium and iron" um.....no shit dude.....they're olives. dannyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12107399313805067823noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386567.post-1056987739825207092003-06-30T11:42:00.000-04:002003-06-30T19:32:01.230-04:00just a few things... mandles - if you're a man you should not be wearing sandles....especially if you don't cut your fucking toenails. tattoos - if you're an overweight woman you should not have a tattoo of mickey mouse on your cellulite ridden calf with the name "armando" written in script in between his magical gloved paws. tattoos2- if your name is 'mike' you should not have a tattoo of your dannyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12107399313805067823noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386567.post-957226162003-06-16T13:14:00.000-04:002003-06-16T13:26:58.000-04:00false advertising. when i was young i would watch tv and look up to kids that were "older". only then i didn't realize they were 30 year old actors playing high school students. i would think, "wow i cant wait till i get to high school, so i will finally have muscles". i figured its just a matter of time before they developed. well, high school is long gone. so is college. and i still have the dannyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12107399313805067823noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386567.post-956878692003-06-15T12:26:00.000-04:002003-06-15T12:35:28.000-04:00the weekend goes by really quickly when you're intoxicated. it's sunday. i'm in my underware. not exactly sure what happened to friday or saturday. or how i got in my underware. i don't believe alcohol is killing my brain cells. i'm pretty sure they are committing suicide.dannyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12107399313805067823noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386567.post-953758462003-06-06T12:27:00.000-04:002003-06-06T12:30:03.000-04:00what the fuck is wrong with me? i seriously considered ignoring a blind woman that was walking into oncoming traffic this morning cause i was late to work. thank god i snapped out of and pulled her out of the way. it's scary how i could place more value on not getting yelled at than a human life. then again, you've never met my boss....dannyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12107399313805067823noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386567.post-953345802003-06-05T13:17:00.000-04:002003-06-06T13:41:00.000-04:00i'm icing my upper lip. somewhere between sitting at my desk and finishing my breakfast i gave myself a fat lip. i can't understand how i did it. i didn't walk into anything. i don't remember punching myself in the face....although that isn't such a bad idea. i just hope its not a weird skin disease like lip goiter or elephantitus of the lip. that would really put a damper on my plans for the dannyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12107399313805067823noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386567.post-952056712003-06-02T16:07:00.000-04:002003-06-02T16:22:40.000-04:00my shirt is gay. i'm wearing a promo t-shirt. i got it last week. it was free. it's fits me perfectly. it's tight, but not too tight. it's exactly the size i like. the only bad thing is it says "i suck cock" in bold letters on the front. ok.....it says "goldfrapp" in pink letters, but it's almost the same thing when you're walking around chelsea. i felt like an object of sexual desire when i dannyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12107399313805067823noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386567.post-949918282003-05-28T11:14:00.000-04:002003-05-28T11:24:17.000-04:00another day on 3 hours of sleep. eyes are burning. went to bed at 3 and woke up at 6. i'm at the point where i'm used to feeling like this. i kind of like it because i don't really feel like i'm at work. i'm in my own alternate reality. my boss asked me to order his breakfast, like he does every morning, the usual 4 things, from the usual place - an order of oatmeal (skim milk on the side), a dannyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12107399313805067823noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386567.post-947549002003-05-22T17:15:00.000-04:002003-05-28T11:26:56.000-04:00my boss farts. it's really disgusting. he does it all the time. my desk is right next to his. i had to buy a can of air freshener because it gets really bad. you can actually smell the 55 years of decomposing matter thats trapped in his intestine. i don't think i could have asked for a better life...dannyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12107399313805067823noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386567.post-945865122003-05-19T12:17:00.000-04:002003-05-28T11:27:31.000-04:00the "star" count for the weekend was 4. 1.fox five morning guy @ the airport 2.alicia silverstone on the plane to cali 3.bob saget on the street in santa monica 4.jason gedrick on the plane back to ny (he's on 'boomtown', but i remember him best from the 80's movie 'the heavenly kid') california has dr.suess trees....need i say more? i didn't want to leave, but since there is no semblence of a dannyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12107399313805067823noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386567.post-944375122003-05-16T03:52:00.000-04:002003-05-28T11:27:53.000-04:00exhaused.... just flew to california. well, i really didn't do any of the flying....i just kinda sat there for 6 hours. the in-flight movie was 'Tuck Everlasting'. at one point the turbulence got so bad the thought of death crossed my mind. i dont know what disturbed me more.....thinking i was about to die, or knowing that the last movie i would ever see would be 'Tuck Everlasting'.dannyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12107399313805067823noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386567.post-943323222003-05-14T11:18:00.000-04:002003-05-28T11:28:30.000-04:00i'm a little angry. not sure if it's due to the fact that my boss was just talking about his recently purchased, amazing million dollar 1870's uber-brownstone. or due to the fact that he mentioned that he and his fiancé were weeping last night because they are so incredibly happy with their lives. or it could be due to the fact that i just ordered him a $12 breakfast, and i'm nauseas from hunger dannyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12107399313805067823noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386567.post-942721052003-05-13T12:08:00.000-04:002003-05-28T11:29:39.000-04:00it's tuesday and i'm hung over. i have to thank the beautiful bartender that gave me almond m&m's. i couldnt help but think....."mmmm, chocolate" as i was throwing up last night. dannyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12107399313805067823noreply@blogger.com