little deaths

I think I am going to quit my job. Why not right? I guess I like the benefits (there are hotels on either side of the building I work on and many employees have reported more exhibitionist patrons hanging their naughty bits out the windows...one co-worker even reported a duo playing the back door bingo in full view of the world, but I digress)

The point is I kind of hate my boss...I thought I didn't, but I really do. And really fuck her and her fucking fuck.

And so I say, see how you like it when I am gone.

little deaths

I think I am going to quit my job. Why not right? I guess I like the benefits (there are hotels on either side of the building I work on and many employees have reported more exhibitionist patrons hanging their naughty bits out the windows...one co-worker even reported a duo playing the back door bingo in full view of the world, but I digress)

The point is I kind of hate my boss...I thought I didn't, but I really do. And really fuck her and her fucking fuck.

And so I say, see how you like it when I am gone.

stupid stuborn motherfucker

ok, I have in the past referred to my lack of patience for the stupid, but what I really fucking hate is stupid motherfuckers that argue with me about dumb ass shit.

Shifty: Hey dumbfuck, what is up with that thing I asked you to fix
Dumbfuck:I fixed it.
Shifty: It is still broken.
Dumbfuck: I fixed it...I went to the thing, did this thing, and I am sure it is all set.
Shifty: When I noticed it was still broken I went and checked...it is totally obvious nothing has been done.
Dumbfuck: it is fixed.


and this is why I am filled with hate for dumbfuck.

you can put an orange in front of him and he will still call it a fucking apple.

blogisfaction

I am torn on whether I enjoy blogging or not. I often read other blogs...I find some interesting...I find others the source of great fun if only to harass people, but neither answers the issue of whether I like blogging. I do not put pictures of my life up...or relate stories about myself...just little bits of venom.

can't decide what to do about that.

zero

I put a counter on the bottom of my blog cuz I was all curious like.

I was under the mistaken impression that every once in a while people would peruse my blog when hitting that next blog button. I know I press that button quite a bit. It is the key to my blogging happiness...and how I have found so many people to bother. But I guess no one is looking at my blog. Which is pretty sweet as far as I can see it.

oh how the hater is hated.

divine and delicious irony that I hate myself the most.

hate hate hate