Thursday May 26, 2005

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It is a puppy.

I smoked my self retarted last night...I dont even feel like smoking this moring, I guess this is a good thing. But in the end does it realy matter. Does anything matter. I would like to think so but the only to find is to die.
Who wants to die. I dont, sometimes I wish I could just go away for awhile.

I walked out from my job last tuesday. Fucking assholes...I put in my 2 weeks, so they decided to work me all of the 14 days. Fuck that...While i was at work i asked to smoke a cigarette, then i walked home.
I fucking win! I guess. What is my prize? I dont have to go to work anymore...Priceless

Thanks for playing.
~Geoff
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hophead:
That reminds me of Office Space:


Peter Gibbons: I uh... I don't like my job, and, uh... I don't think I'm gonna go anymore.
Joanna: You're just not gonna go?
Peter Gibbons: Yeah.
Joanna: Won't you get fired?
Peter Gibbons: I don't know, but I really don't like it, and, uh, I'm not gonna go.
Joanna: So you're gonna quit?
Peter Gibbons: Nah-uh. Not really. Uh... I'm just gonna stop going.
Joanna: When did you decide all that?
Peter Gibbons: About an hour ago.
Joanna: An hour ago... so you're gonna get another job?
Peter Gibbons: I don't think I'd like another job.
Joanna: Well, what are you going to do about money and bills and...
Peter Gibbons: You know... I've never really liked paying bills. I don't think I'm gonna do that, either...


tongue

Watcha moving to Brooklyn for?
grrryphon:


[Edited on May 29, 2005 7:05PM]

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