Why Plinko hates you.
the life and times of one jaded motherfucker.
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Thursday, June 5
Okay, so there's a new Blogger. Or, I finally got switched over in the great post-Google migration.
I have an overwhelming desire to shop, so I will, this weekend most likely, and it seems this is first and foremost on my mind since I can't think of a way to segue this into anything else about which I wish to write. So, I'll leave it at that.
I survived the dick-slamming meeting pretty well. The wolves didn't sniff around my stuff much so the crude arranging I had done to make it seem all was in order worked and I could happily skip back to my computer and bitch about the computers not working and coming up with whole new ways to mix my metaphors.
Today was kind of a daze, as I shot out of bed at 7:58 out of a full-on sleep figuring I needed to get to work right now. I was behind my desk at 8:10, which wasn't too bad considering the boss made it in about five minutes later. Of course, she has a one-year-old at home and I have, well, Zeb. Anyway, when you never give yourself time to wake up really, the whole day is crazy and nonsensical, so it was for me today. I don't remember much of what happened at all, actually.
Okay, the bottom part of Blogger is refreshing itself every 30 seconds, it blinks out and then redraws everything in the old posts window and menu. It's freaking me out every time it happens.
There are lots of news topics about which I'd like to spout my opinion. But, as most of you don't care about these topics or are bored enough as it is by my diatribes, I'll refrain. That, and I really need to get out to buy video game accessories and office supplies and a Father's Day present for Dad.
Every once in a while I forget that long strings of song lyrics are really interesting only to he who posts them, so i'll cut it down a bit from now on.
"Son, I am able," she said, "though you scare me." "Watch," said I.
"Beloved," I said, "watch me scare you though." Said she, "able am I, son."