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I’m not even supposed to BE here today!
I was going to call in sick today. I should have. I spent my entire morning cleaning out our storage room, so it can be used as an office. And we put our stuff in an un-lockable closet. Great. If I had gone on lunch, I would never have come back to this shit job.
As it is, some good things came out of it. This replaces the workout I missed on Tuesday. I salvaged a Mac G3 tower to have at my desk that I’ve been trying to wrangle out of Repo for a while. Putting OS X on it now. I think I understand a bit more about how OS X works now, which is really good.
Higbee isn’t back with McDonald’s yet. Grr. But he’s paying for it, so I suppose I shouldn’t complain.
I’m going to get published again. “There is only do or do not, there is no try.” Fucking green muppet. Heh.
Drunk and retarded.
I’m so very drunk. Double shot of my good pal Jose Quervo, a shot of the devil (El Toro), and a glass of Goldenschlager on ice. WHOOOOO!!! Do you HEAR ME, WORLD?!?! You can’t beat me because I’m FUCKING TRASHED!!!
And tomorrow, this will look so stupid, and so ridiculous, but it’s ok. Because I have a story in my head. I have a story in my head and a goal in my mind. And that goal has friends. Many, many friends.
And I make funny faces when I’m drunk. WHOOO!
It doesn’t matter that the graduate student from before is avoiding me and with someone else. It doesn’t matter that I saw my pregnant ex today at 21st Century. It doesn’t matter that I can be pathetic, because I HAVEN’T EVEN STARTED. Not by a long shot, fuck-o ( <—
Time to sleep soundly.
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After logging into our shell server, firing up tin, subscribing to a few newsgroups, and tabbing my way through them, I have once again determined that our newsgroup users are an antsy bunch of unsatisfiable fucks. Thank you.
This song reminds me of… damnit.
I need a better job. I can’t get a second job because I’m going back to school. Well, if school lets me back in. How many times do I have to say this before I put everything I’ve got into finding a better job? How much indignity do I have to suffer to get motivated?
Once again, I seem to be clinging to something comfortable, even though it’s detrimental to my well-being. Mother fucker.
Only way to fly.
Is the fact that I can’t breathe through my nose coloring my morning? Yeah. Even without that, I may finally agree with what
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Two more steps back.
Woot!
Both SuperHappyFunPlace and MonkeyPenis.com are back up and functional! :)
Oh, and this 0//nz j00:
