Aug. 2nd, 2005
I'm in a foul mood today. FOUL. Eff, Oh, Yu, Ell, FOUL.
I came into The Pit this morning to a message from someone at RCA complaining about how the addresses look on the labels we generate here. I'm tempted to call her up and tell her, "Listen here, you dumbass bitch. You won't have to worry about how we make labels after the 15th of this month, so why complain now? It's not like we haven't been doing services for you for, oh, I don't know, for fucking ever! What's up with your dissatisfaction now? If you're trying to twist the knife you think is in my heart for having lost my job, you're targeting the wrong person 'cos guess what: I couldn't care less about any of this. I haven't cared in a looooong time and now I don't have to worry about it anymore. Buahahahahaha!!! So why don't you stick a DVD sideways up your chocolate wizzway and hop off to whatever hell is reserved for nitpicky sluts like yourself."
I wonder how that would go over.
In other news, the Mother Unit sent this to me. So far, it's been the only bright spot in my angry little world.
The Farting Televangelist.
Now, that's entertainment!
I came into The Pit this morning to a message from someone at RCA complaining about how the addresses look on the labels we generate here. I'm tempted to call her up and tell her, "Listen here, you dumbass bitch. You won't have to worry about how we make labels after the 15th of this month, so why complain now? It's not like we haven't been doing services for you for, oh, I don't know, for fucking ever! What's up with your dissatisfaction now? If you're trying to twist the knife you think is in my heart for having lost my job, you're targeting the wrong person 'cos guess what: I couldn't care less about any of this. I haven't cared in a looooong time and now I don't have to worry about it anymore. Buahahahahaha!!! So why don't you stick a DVD sideways up your chocolate wizzway and hop off to whatever hell is reserved for nitpicky sluts like yourself."
I wonder how that would go over.
In other news, the Mother Unit sent this to me. So far, it's been the only bright spot in my angry little world.
The Farting Televangelist.
Now, that's entertainment!
Going Through
Aug. 2nd, 2005 10:27 amOnce I'm unemployed, after a solid week of nothing but sleep, I plan on going through my mounds of paperwork and packed back artwork. I remember drawing a picture of Orphaeus Cygnus and his wife Genevieve, but I haven't seen it in ages. It's probably all moth-eaten and dust-covered in the back of the closet somewhere. I had to pack so much stuff back because the house is so tiny, it's ridiculous.
My major project in the interim between The Pit and school is going to be weeding through everything in the domicile and cleaning it out. We're too cluttered and closed in. It's time to breathe.
My major project in the interim between The Pit and school is going to be weeding through everything in the domicile and cleaning it out. We're too cluttered and closed in. It's time to breathe.
I zipped by Flaco Bell during errands at lunch and ordered a steak quesadilla. I gave the nerdy dude at the window my $2.40, he gave me a bag, and I came back to The Pit. When I opened the bag, I found a 1/2 lb Bean Burrito Especial and a chicken quesadilla. I'm noshing on the quesadilla and shall save the burrito for lunch tomorrow.
The gods of fake Mexican food have smiled upon me this day.
The gods of fake Mexican food have smiled upon me this day.
