redskull

You never realize how much you'd miss someone until they're gone.

The guy who used to sit beside me at work and drive me nuts with his half-whisting of christmas tunes has been replaced by someone far worse.

I'm not sure of the heirarchy of Losers, but I'm pretty certain this man is a Spaz. Not a geek, or a gaywad (or a dorkwad variant). Spaz. I know this as truth.

He does not stop moving.
He does not stop muttering to himself under his breath.
He does not stop coughing and burping - which I think are related, because I asked him if he had a cold today, and he said no, so I'm assuming that he swallows air when he coughs (I don't know how yet) and then burps it up for the REMAINDER OF THE GOD DAMNED DAY. Holy FUCK.
Get some Beano, Spaz.

ahhhhh..... I feel better after venting.... phew.

Of course, I'll be writing MurderPoetry* about him in a few months. Just watch. My descent into madness should be fairly rapid. Enjoy the show.

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