xchaosx

Ok, so tomorrow I am up for review at work. Friday at 9:00am and the torture begins. I hould feel all kinds of positive about this, but I just don't. I know that I'm a hard worker and that I benefit the company, but I can't force myself to have a little bit of faith. Let's just say that faith has gotten me few places and figuratively fucked up the bum a lot. Figuratively, I'll say again. Ain't nothing breakin my spokes, heh heh. Annnnnnyhow...

Today wasn't a good day. I was stressed to the point of chain-smoking and nearly cursing one particular vendor rep (who shall remain nameless). Alex punched a girl in the stomach for teasing him and told his after-school teacher to kiss his ass (no more details, suffice to say that his room is sparkling clean, his gameboy untouched, his homework done, and he's in bed). My nephew Aaron, a kindergartener, beat up a 4th grader on the bus this afternoon (the older kid started it, so rah-fucking-rah for Aaron). Only my 3-year old seemed to have had a good day - which is a miracle in itself. I wonder if the poles are reversing or the core of the Earth has perhaps stopped spinning?!?

Eh. enough of the serious crapola of life.

So, the digital was pulled out and dusted off once more. Played... had some fun with graphics alteration. Not a bad shot, so I'll post the technicolor one for shits and giggles.



Yay for nothing better to do. I'm off for some passive suicide, brought to you by the letter Q, the number 13, and Newport brand menthol cigarettes.