God dammit this computer is slow!

Howie, our Repo man, says the cops want us to get a new dog.  a Rotty or a German Shepard...

Bruno was put to sleep this morning.  He was'nt sick after all, but had been brought down by a stroke.  Yes, dogs get strokes.  Where a human can recover through physical therapy, with dogs there is no hope.  Everybody here at work is a little heartbroken.  He was 10 years old.

I've told this story before, and I'll tell it again now.  I was walking ( Read more... )

Bruno, our Junk Yard Dog at the Gas Station, has some kind of serious medical problem.  I'm trying not to use the word "dying", but that is what it looks like.

Mom's yard sale is going on today.

People are outside making monkey noises.

Everything about this weekend sucks.  I found a fucking spider in one of my sneakers, but I'm starting to think ( Read more... )

It's pouring rain.  My mom's much anticipated yard sale is canceled.  My parents are trapped in the house, yelling at each other.  Not that they are angry with each other, they're just going deaf.  Half of what they yell is "whut?" and "eh?".

I fear I am slowly going mad.

And my Mom's computer bites the dust.  So much for commitment.  I am ass.

Last night, as I pulled into the driveway.  I made a commitment.  Every morning, before going to facebook or anncoulter.com or uselessjunk or anything else, I'd get on live journal and spend a few minutes keeping in touch.  I promise.  It's a commitment.

My inner Neanderthal wants me to eat more salty food.  Winter approaches.  I have a double Wopper from Burger King I picked up last night and threw in the fridge.  Breakfast!

Have not seen the new Star Trek yet.  Don't give a shit.

After a week, I'm back.  Sorry, but I've gotten too hooked on Facebook.  Kuiskaus posts naked pictures of her self on that shit.  I'll try harder to check in here more often.  Who wants to be in a snuff film!?! 

So the owners wife finally gets over some little insult from two fired cashiers, and...they lock down all the computers with access codes.

Nobody can get on the computers but the hotshots.  These are the people who look at porn all the time.  We're not being driven to work, work, WORK anymore.  But, forget the computer.  Only people with access ( Read more... )