mrstitches

The boredom is becoming terminal.
I need to be sexed. Any takers? It would be charity, and deductible on your taxes.

I don't actually have anything to say, nothing is new and I hardly have anything creative to write about.
I just wanted to get past that futon remark. You people have filthy minds.

I'm going to go make sweet love to my rickety futon, and there isn't a damned thing you can do about it.

I've seen all good people turn their heads each day so satisfied I'm on my way.

So I am now officially unemployed until either the spring, or I find a decent job that pays around what I get for the pool cleaning.
I get one more paycheck, and then it is back to the sweet government teat.
Maybe I will get lucky and I will find a decent, good paying job in the paper soon. AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

Sometimes when I am driving on a road where everyone, including myself speeds, and there isn't really any room to pass, I like to drive the speed limit just to annoy people.

I can't decide if I like sudoku or not.
But it will never replace a good crossword puzzle.

Is it wrong to get a lot of pleasure out of the uncomfortable response of someone who calls your house looking for someone who died recently? Because it doesn't feel wrong.

I got today off because it snowed.
My paycheck is going to suck this week.
Again.
I wish I would just get laid off for the winter already (unless I get stuckign working through the winter, then I hope I drop dead) so I can at least have the steady income of unemployment.
Damned weather screwing with my financial affairs.

All hairdressers are in the employment of the government. Hairs are your aerials. They pick up signals from the cosmos, and transmit them directly into the brain. This is the reason bald-headed men are uptight.

Withnail & I > You.

I used to live for days off around holidays.
Now they piss me off because they destroy my paycheck.
Fuck.

Guess what I love?

I love having to spend the first two and a half hours of my workday staking firewood and covering outdoor furniture for the guy who owns the compnay I work for. That is exactly what I want to do. Fucker couldn't even tip us. Bald, shitty car buying motherfucker. . .