Disclaimer: Today was TERRIBLE
Don’t read this:
I wake up today. Tired. Headache… Hate my clothes. Hate my breakfast. Hate my hair. Boo.
Go into work. Building heater is broken. It’s FREEZING as balls.
Notice that Steve is running late. Look out at the parking lot and his car is there. Look at my bosses office. Door closed… Steve gets laid off (along with like 20 other people throughout the company). FUCK.
Clean up Steve’s newly old desk. SHIT.
Eat the crappiest lunch ever (no time to go to the store the night before)… Beans.
Called about my student loans and had to talk to a little indian guy that spoke broken english.
Leave work in a daze… Get pulled over and get a ticket for driving 7 miles an hour over the speed limit… FUCK!!! (I wanted to tell the piece of shit cop to follow me home and get rid of some of the prostitutes, drug dealers and crack heads in my neighborhood, but I knew he was too busy cracking down on “dangerous” 7 mile-an-hour-over-the-FUCKING-speed-limit-drivers like me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)… Did I mention that I hope he gets diarrhea from some bad peanut butter tonight?
So pissed and depressed that working out was no good.
Have freelance work to do.
My brain exploded, I lost all control of my bowels, vision is gone, can’t hear, got set on fire and lost sense of touch, my cat died, there is an asteroid headed right for me, there is a small rain cloud that is just above my head… My favorite baseball team has not won the World Series in over 100 years.
I suck.
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Just wait until you get CRUSHED in the ASB tourney!!!!!
ha. Cheer up, there’s always beer, ASB, women, easy women, porn, stock quotes, me, bbq, sleep, beer and dreams of Ryan McCall, dancing with sugar fairies.
Go to bed, wake up, remember, at least you’re not an Expos fan.
Eleven days . . . just hold on for eleven days! A few Boilers and all your problems will melt away (along with your liver).
Imagine my surprise waking up to Steve holding Starbucks and telling me he was laid off.. Wasn’t it Feb. last year when you both got laid off from Plattform? I was in shock. I asked about you and he told me that you were ok, he was low man. Don’t worry Joe.. it’s overdue you come to our house for a dinner sometime. You’ve never gotten to really spend time with the kids and Steve makes a great steak with rice and green peppers, NO AUTO PICKLE.. lol.. Everytime we get our feet under us.. BAMN.. oh.. I sent you the raincloud.. it was hovering here and I told it to go visit you.. j/k.. Call us soon Joe and we’ll have you over..
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