Current mood:
sleepy
Those are the two new Amp flavors that I bought today. Traction is purple and still in the fridge. Elevate is blue and delicious. sleepyI’m getting ready to go to bed, but it has been a fuck-all long time since I blogged, so I figured why not?
Work:
They’re working me 7 days a week now at the store. I don’t mind TOO much for all the bitching I do. The bad part is that I’m like the only one there that does any work. The rest of those louts just sit behind the register all damn day and do nothing. This frustrates me. I got my friend Zak hired on, under the solemn vow that he will actually work and not just fuck off all day. In other work related news, I was stocking the 2 liters last night and the guys that bring them in stacked them all stupid, leaving a crate of them teetering precariously on the edge of another crate. These fell while I was walking by, likely because I bumped them with my big ol butt. At any rate, one busted open, completely dousing me with Coke. I was not happy about this. I considered leaving that mess for the next shift to deal with, but decided in the end to attempt to clean it up. This resulted in anger and more frustration, as the hose I planned to use to wash this mess up with was so kinked up that it more or less just sprayed water (also all over me) through the connecter thingy. Another fine mess. In the end, I said fuck it and just mopped up what I could and gave up on the rest.
Lie-f:
Not much in this catagory. My ferret Furt, is nearing the end. I thought he was gonna go a few weeks ago, but much like my beloved Peachy, he’s hanging on senselessly. He’s more or less lost control of his poopin’ and pissin’ parts and soils himself allot. I washed him again today. He seems to have lost most of the movement in his limbs, as well, but that seems to come and go. He’ll be almost completely unable to move for a few days, and fine the next. So who knows? At any rate, he’s old as dirt for a weasel and I’m gonna be sad, but unsurprised when he goes.
My friend Carl from PA is coming to visit soon and I cannot wait. I have requested a few days off work, though, sadly, I cannot take them ALL off. Still, I think we will have a smashing good time. Loads of fun and rum and all.
I feel gross right now, as I have just been doing some housework and have worked up quite a filth. I have recently been more or less boycotting any sort of cleaning, as I do a damn good lot of it at work. So the place is a total wreck. My bad. Jason’s mom did the dishes the other day and that was sweet. I was thrilled. Then SOMEONE decided that the sink wih the clean dishes in it needed some chicken grease, so I had to wash them again today. But it got me off my tush, so.... Here’s to that. I may actually clean the rest of the house soon and then I won’t be embarrassed when I have visitors. Hoo-Ray!
Love:
Jason broke the thumb switch off my shower head. This angers me and has resulted in the gashing open of my hand a few times on the sharp bits while trying to adjust the water pressure.
Larp:
Just kidding.That shits for fags. ;)
Missle-aneous:
My hair needs new colors. Venom chose the last set. Carl is choosing this time. And it will be rad. Also, I found a way to actually get my hair WHITE. Not platinum blonde, not really light. WHITE white. It’ll be a while before I dare try that on my hair, but all the same. It shall be white and it shall rule. I’m thinking white with blue tips. I cut my first mohawk a few days ago and I did a damn good job on it. My specimen was pleased. And really all it did was make ME want a mohawk even more. I’ve wanted one since I was about 15 at least and I never did it. Well, maybe someday, huh?
For anyone who remembers Mr Darrick Hensley, he’s over in Iraq fighting in the war that I’m opposed to. I haven’t heard from him in a few days, which is odd, but it happens. His Mom came by the store last night and chatted with me for a bit.
This brings up D-Wreck, the only other Derrick I know, who I might add is a FLAMING FUCKING IDIOT for driving his fucking car drunk as shit and totalling the crap out of it. D-Wreck, you sure lived up to your screen name on that one, you fucking retard. Not only did you put your own life at risk, but your passenger’s as well. And anyone else who happened to be on the road that night. Get your fucking head out of your fucking ass and quit being a fucking idiot.
I sometimes have the most interesting conversations with people and I get called weird a lot. I’m ok with that really. Last night’s conversation at one point turned to zombies.
C: You’re weird.
B: Why?
C: You’r irrational real fear of zombies.
B: The living dead preying on the brains of the living living. That’s fucking scary. I don’t see what is so irrational about that, really. Anyone with any common sense should be scared of that.
C: The only people who have a reason to se scared of zombies are little kids.
B: Well, I’m a really big little kid, then. And I think really that that is true.
C: You know there aren’t real zombies, right?
B: Just because you’ve never seen one, doesn’t mean they aren’t real.
C: Oh, so you mean like Bigfoot? Lol.
B: Pffft. No. Everyone’s seen Bigfoot. Bigfoot’s a fucking attention whore.
True story. I love it. We also had a serious conversation a few days ago about painting peoples teeth gold in their sleep. Preferably if its an alcohol induced sleep. Think about that for a second. What the fuck would you do if you woke up and saw that all of your teeth had been painted gold? Or red. Or rainbow, for that matter. What kind of fucked up shit is THAT?!? These are the conversations I hold at times. Yes, you have every right to be jealous. I know I rule.
Well, I really am out of juice now and I need sleep for work tonight. Happy Easter to all those what celebrate it and to all those that don’t: Happy Easter, you fucking heathen savages. You want to see something rad as hell that is offensive and hilarious? Hop over to youtube and search for : "Beware of the Easter Nigga Charlie Brown." If you are easily offended, you’ll be offended. If you AREN’T easily offended, you’ll BE offended. Or laughing your ass off, like I did. A quick nod to Darth Rant for sharing THAT little gem with me.
And now, signing off, ladies and gentlemen, Spook Show.
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