So, I decided to take the opening shift at the Exchange today--whenever y'leave stuff the same for too long, it gets a little repetitive. Besides, this way I can get out right before dinner instead of when most people are startin' to turn in and hit the sack. And by most people, I'm clearly talkin' about the old folks convention. The point, though ( Read more... )

I AM ALL THAT IS MAN. AHAHAHA.

Man, oh man. Been a long week already, and I'm pretty sure it ain't gonna let up. Ain't there an old sayin' or somethin' that says weird shit comes in threes? I say bring itCan't sleep, no surprise there, even though I ain't been workin' on much for the last couple of days. Nothin' to be done about. June's when it really starts gettin' hot and ( Read more... )

Somethin's up at home. School's out for me, yeah, but it ain't for those fuckers still in high school, and so Karin callin' me in the middle of the day just to "talk" don't line up right. I was literally almost out the door for work when she gave me a ring, and I didn't even think about it until now. If Dad wouldn't think I was dyin' by callin' at ( Read more... )

LAST FINAL TOMORROW AND I ONLY HAVE TO HAND IN THIS ESSAY.

Awesome. Finally.

So most holidays are pretty bullshit. Media and corporate America suck all the fucking meaning out of ‘em, and then we’ve got a Hallmark affair. People feel obligated to do stuff just because it’s such-and-such holiday, and societal expectations demand that we conform and take part; you’re made to feel guilty if you ain’t done what’s expected. Best ( Read more... )

Man, sometimes good ideas are few an' far between, but today I had a great one.

Not that it'll ever work, but it's pretty fun to imagine.

Sometimes work is just that inspirin' (especially since I got stuck repairin' cds and dvds again tonight; who the fuck keeps buyin' 'em back from all those grade school bitches?).

And I thought I was fuckin’ done with the whole wakin’ up in marker nonsense. Bitch. Ain’t really sure what that was all supposed to say, ‘cause it smeared all over my pillow. That washable nonsense smudges like whoa, and judgin’ by how quick it came off, that must’ve been it. Awesome. WELL, GREAT START TO MY DAY, NOT GONNA LIE ( Read more... )

Math that makes sense:

If a=b and b=c then a=c.

Application:

I make out with Rukia. Thomasina makes out with Septimus. By the transitive property of makeouts, I have thus also made out with Septimus. Apparently, I am bisexual.

What that fuck.

My point, is all I'm sayin', s'that math's apparently hot, and this raises a lotta questions about ( Read more... )

Damn tired. Fuckin' hate meets on Sunday, 'cause it just makes all the shit I gotta do afterward dig into my skull and sit there, like I know I gotta do it but I'm too out-of-the-mindset. S'probably my own goddamn fault for puttin' it off by draggin' Byakuya out to that show. Which was, gotta admit, not one of the best I've seen lately in terms of ( Read more... )