Well, dammit.
My classes are wonderful, I'm actually quite excited about the semester. I can't believe I'm actually saying that... especially since they're all in the morning, which I abhor.
But then, tonight... I go out and get a new job, right? In the medical or science career track, I don't remember which. Second day of the job, I make the wrong decision about which kind of licorice to eat as a test subject, and they fucking fired me. Sigh. So I came home incredibly depressed, and tried to look up another new job on the computer, which immediately caught fire and melted. Okay... I try fixing it, but I have NO mechanical skill points, and of course it electrocutes me.
My ridiculous roommate, CaseLogic, is off having a party with work friends, and takes his sweet time coming over to plead with Death for my life. He apparently hasn't been brushing up on his Rock, Paper, Scissors skills, because he did finally challenge Death to a match for my soul and lost, so I fucking died anyway.
PS - Would that all of my shirts had this slit; one feathery darling would be much happier that way. Don't say that you can see him; you know that you can't.
My classes are wonderful, I'm actually quite excited about the semester. I can't believe I'm actually saying that... especially since they're all in the morning, which I abhor.
But then, tonight... I go out and get a new job, right? In the medical or science career track, I don't remember which. Second day of the job, I make the wrong decision about which kind of licorice to eat as a test subject, and they fucking fired me. Sigh. So I came home incredibly depressed, and tried to look up another new job on the computer, which immediately caught fire and melted. Okay... I try fixing it, but I have NO mechanical skill points, and of course it electrocutes me.
My ridiculous roommate, CaseLogic, is off having a party with work friends, and takes his sweet time coming over to plead with Death for my life. He apparently hasn't been brushing up on his Rock, Paper, Scissors skills, because he did finally challenge Death to a match for my soul and lost, so I fucking died anyway.
PS - Would that all of my shirts had this slit; one feathery darling would be much happier that way. Don't say that you can see him; you know that you can't.
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tuxy:
Weather permitting, I'll be there tomorrow.
waldo:
Black licorice. Always. Yeay, Hapworth was putting me through the intensive screening process. Who does he think he is, homeland security?