I dragonpunched and then hadoken'ed him.
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I dragonpunched and then hadoken'ed him.
I just got a whiff of something awful...something...hippy. I then realized that the card that one of my clients gave me is doused in patchouli.
Ew.
We use AIM to communicate at work if we don't feel like going over to each others desks. This one kid I work with, he's a good guy, but every time I fucking say something out loud he IM's me with some stupid one liner that just isn't funny. Every fucking time. It has gotten to the point that it happens so often it's actually interfering with my work and I had to block him.
So South Park started last night and I don't have the internet at home to watch it.
Fuck you, I hate you.
Don't be so HIV negative Mr-K. Jeez.
Oh fuck.
A newspaper I used to freelance for calls me this morning to say that an opening for a reporter just appeard and I was in their minds since we split on bad terms. It had to do with how much I was being paid, them not wanting to pay that much, me leaving. But now they're offering me a staff position. At first they tried to take it back because I don't have a license or a car but now they gave me a story to compete with one other guy with. Whoever has the better story gets the job.
Right now I'm at my other job and can't focus on the story and it's due by Saturday afternoon. My boss is gone so I cannot leave my desk to call the city's mayor and I need to talk to him for a few minutes for some quotes. I'm fucked.
There's gotta be something. Get whichever secretary there you're fucking to cover you.
JUST LEAVE MAN JUST DO IT.
FUCK SERIOUSLY