franandzooey

In practice of self control and restraint.

To save my sanity.

I will be temporarily off of the site.

I will be taking up knitting.

Email me if you are interested in a tea cozy.

hehe.

No really, I will be off for a while.

I dig him to much to freak out over all the stupid shit.

Who?

My nugget.


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My grandpa went into the hospital today.

Things are bad for a lot of people that I love this week.

I care for and appreciate all of them. Thank you.

I got me some good things for my good things pile. So...

I will be on my front porch with a swisher sweets cigar if anyone needs me.

haha.
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Hiatus my ass right? Anyway...

This is sort of a poem. But more like the shit I was looking to post the other day and couldn't find. About my job at BofA (a.k.a pure hell evil shit wad bastards...) Written on
7/12/00 at 7:26 p.m.

"Things to say/not to say to your boss in the fire/hire room on a tuesday evening"

I want to make everbody's stay here a little bit more bearable (by quiting that is)

I don't fit into society as a whole

I think I've over stayed my welcome here

I can only work one eight hour shift a week

I deserve a raise

I want to go back to school

This job isn't what I want to do for the rest of my life

I'll be a few hours late tomorrow morning

I'm on my mini break (that is a break that comes between you regular break and lunch-just a little somethin' somethin' that I came up with and totally got away with)

We're capitalist pigs

This customer's an asshole

I don't know what I said to make that customer upset

I can't work on my birthday

I've been grumpy/in a bad mood/depressed at work because I'd rather just lie in bed and never get out.

My best friend hates me.

In the 4th grade the principal....
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Pure fucking comedy right???