Everyday I go to work. I work in a kitchen. This kitchen prepares a rather large volume of meat. Meat of all kinds. From all sorts of things ( Read more... )

imagine, if you will, a man ( Read more... )

I went out for a walk ( Read more... )

Holy-fuck balls.

This:
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Bad jesus-loving news. Not sure how I let this slip by me.

First they got Tommy Chong, and now this.

Balls balls

I only enjoy music that contains, somewhere, intentionally in the music or not, a very specific, very legitimate note of desperation. A gnawing your own leg off in a bear trap type sound.

I am unsure what this says about me.

It's a grey day. I held out hope that the sunshine I occasionally caught a glimpse of at work would be there when I got off, but that was definately wishful thinking ( Read more... )

Fuck. You. Dishwashing.

Hunter S. Thompson. Dead.
I'm not entirely sure how I'm handling the news.

I am now in need of suggestions of places that need one extra roomate, as one of ours, at least, has to go. I'm looking for people who need either a place to live, paying around $250 a month rent for three of us, or $200 a month if both of our roomates decide to leave. This is in addition to the power bill, while water is included ( Read more... )

So ( Read more... )