Monday, 25 June 2001 | Juiced

I've submitted a ridiculous picture of Jane to My Cat Hates You Dot Com. I'm hoping she looks pissed off enough to be included.

I'm not sure how we started talking about it, but this weekend Marco and I got on the subject of motivational speech and inspirational quotes. Maybe I'm too cynical, but none of it does much for me. All of it reminds me of a horrible job I took a couple years ago, at which coworkers yelled encouragement at each other ("Juiced by you, man!") and pumped each other up with empty phrases. (I lasted two days.) A friend of mine's roommate, however, seems to go for this sort of thing. Though I haven't met him, I did happen to see his bathroom mirror, on which he had taped two letter-sized pieces of paper, each completely blank except for one word. One said "DISCIPLINE," and the other, "POWER." I wonder what that's like, waking up groggy each morning, stumbling into the bathroom, and the first things that you see are these signs. I asked my friend if his roommate was in the military or something, but he just answered, "No, he owns a tanning salon." Oh.