Columbia House finally got my account squared away. Owing 22$ is better than 222$ any day.
No word on how the Festival went on Friday, i hope that's a good thing. I hope that doesn't mean my stuff got booed off screen. Eeck. Nauseous at that prospect.
...what rolls down stairs, rolls over in pairs, rolls over your neighbors dog?
What's great for a snack, and fits on your backit's log, log, log.
It's log, logit's big, it's heavy it's wood.
It's log, logit's better than bad, it's good!
Everyone wants a log
you're gonna love it, log.
Come on and get your log...
etc.
i wish i could see things the way other people see them, i really do. Or, i wish i atleast knew how others saw things. Though it is comforting knowing there are other people that see everything the way i do, if only slightly. But i do with i could look at things like i did before i knew how they worked. I wish i could just let things be complete and not worry about why.
I hope you can understand this.
Sunday night, my mistress. Stay up all night Saturday, all day Sunday, sleep early, up early on Monday.
I felt clumsy Saturday night. I kept knocking things off other things, tripping over things and the like. Everything seemed to have changed from the time i had gone to sleep to the time i had awoke. Sleep on Saturday means 2pm, awake means 9:30pm. This is my life, i need to do something about it. I feel a need to grow. I've become entirely too bored and comfortable where i am.
I need a map and a full tank of gas, dammit.
Best Buy is advertising a handheld GPS thingie for, like, 150$. The price point makes me curious as to what's wrong with it. Like, it only works in Minnesota or something. I'm curious. My interest has been piqued.
I finally got a copy of My Chemical Romances' Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge. It's not exactly what i was hoping for. This is both good and bad. When i get a CD and there's a lot of really catchy and instantly memorable songs on it, it's spiffy for about 2 weeks. After that, it's boring. Predictable. On the other hand, when i have to actually dig for something, listen to the shit for a bit, i end up finding a lot more to likeinstead of cheerfully accepting what's given.
Thus, a new metaphor for life!
But, at only halfway through the disc, i can already tell what the next single will most likely beGhost Of You.
I've misplaced my coffee cup at work. My entire job revolves around keeping a sterile environment as sterile as possible. And i do this. I can see it now, i'm gonna go in today and get the news that the cure for cancer has been compromised by my double espresso.
The labs are gonna be filled with nude rat corpses. They'll say the toxicology report states that it's death by caffeine contamination.
You may laugh at this, thinking it's the product of an overactive imagination, but if you knew the doctors and scientists you would realize that this is definitely something that my cock would get hammered for.
I can see Dr. Rao, in ten years, saying that the cure has been delayed because the chubby janitor skanked the deal.
I mean, that's if i'm working there in ten years. I'm not planning on it. But the eight year plan doesnt account for janitorial misdeeds and such.
I mean, a dirty pipette punctures my hand and that's no biggie, but a sugar packet on the floor is a flogable offense.
I'm constantly on the verge of termination.
Here's a weird thing--my favourite part of a womans body is the side of the breast. huh.
I have to do Christmas shopping and clean out my ears. I can probably do both at the same time, but I'll get kicked out of the mall for sure. One step at a time, i guess.
I don't even celebrate Christmas and I'm forced to recognize it. What kind of shit is that?
It's barely 8am, a lot more day ahead of me. Update later, maybe.
No word on how the Festival went on Friday, i hope that's a good thing. I hope that doesn't mean my stuff got booed off screen. Eeck. Nauseous at that prospect.
...what rolls down stairs, rolls over in pairs, rolls over your neighbors dog?
What's great for a snack, and fits on your backit's log, log, log.
It's log, logit's big, it's heavy it's wood.
It's log, logit's better than bad, it's good!
Everyone wants a log
you're gonna love it, log.
Come on and get your log...
etc.
i wish i could see things the way other people see them, i really do. Or, i wish i atleast knew how others saw things. Though it is comforting knowing there are other people that see everything the way i do, if only slightly. But i do with i could look at things like i did before i knew how they worked. I wish i could just let things be complete and not worry about why.
I hope you can understand this.
Sunday night, my mistress. Stay up all night Saturday, all day Sunday, sleep early, up early on Monday.
I felt clumsy Saturday night. I kept knocking things off other things, tripping over things and the like. Everything seemed to have changed from the time i had gone to sleep to the time i had awoke. Sleep on Saturday means 2pm, awake means 9:30pm. This is my life, i need to do something about it. I feel a need to grow. I've become entirely too bored and comfortable where i am.
I need a map and a full tank of gas, dammit.
Best Buy is advertising a handheld GPS thingie for, like, 150$. The price point makes me curious as to what's wrong with it. Like, it only works in Minnesota or something. I'm curious. My interest has been piqued.
I finally got a copy of My Chemical Romances' Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge. It's not exactly what i was hoping for. This is both good and bad. When i get a CD and there's a lot of really catchy and instantly memorable songs on it, it's spiffy for about 2 weeks. After that, it's boring. Predictable. On the other hand, when i have to actually dig for something, listen to the shit for a bit, i end up finding a lot more to likeinstead of cheerfully accepting what's given.
Thus, a new metaphor for life!
But, at only halfway through the disc, i can already tell what the next single will most likely beGhost Of You.
I've misplaced my coffee cup at work. My entire job revolves around keeping a sterile environment as sterile as possible. And i do this. I can see it now, i'm gonna go in today and get the news that the cure for cancer has been compromised by my double espresso.
The labs are gonna be filled with nude rat corpses. They'll say the toxicology report states that it's death by caffeine contamination.
You may laugh at this, thinking it's the product of an overactive imagination, but if you knew the doctors and scientists you would realize that this is definitely something that my cock would get hammered for.
I can see Dr. Rao, in ten years, saying that the cure has been delayed because the chubby janitor skanked the deal.
I mean, that's if i'm working there in ten years. I'm not planning on it. But the eight year plan doesnt account for janitorial misdeeds and such.
I mean, a dirty pipette punctures my hand and that's no biggie, but a sugar packet on the floor is a flogable offense.
I'm constantly on the verge of termination.
Here's a weird thing--my favourite part of a womans body is the side of the breast. huh.
I have to do Christmas shopping and clean out my ears. I can probably do both at the same time, but I'll get kicked out of the mall for sure. One step at a time, i guess.
I don't even celebrate Christmas and I'm forced to recognize it. What kind of shit is that?
It's barely 8am, a lot more day ahead of me. Update later, maybe.
i was thinking of buying all my family members assult weapons of some sort, just to get rid of the empty threats.
best of wished at work....i hope you find your coffe cup before anyone else does. and i hope you don't lose your job....that would suck.
is that original writting, or autobiographical.....
flattery is cheap keep it comming.
proof reading entails a great many things. mostly getting rid of the crap that doesn't work.
how many janitor jobs do you have?
i guess i won.