Bulldrek v3.0

Worst senior seminar paper.

Ever.

Had to finally deal with crap contractor man. I probably was unprofessional about it, but it's not like he was ever really professional with me. Yet somehow I feel completely guilty about telling him straight up I wasn't working for him anymore. He wrote me an email about how I was 'almost late' to some of the gigs and how he never saw this coming. I never lodged complaints with him because (at the time) I wanted the gigs. Now he's stating 'Well, I guess you're some superstar who is too good for me.' Which is, uh, probably true but it still makes me feel like a total fuck-up, even if I may or may not be.

Bad allergies + hangover

Couldn't concentrate on work at all today. Stupid allergies. Cause that's what I can blame my drowsiness on, at least.

Waking up with a pounding headache.

Captain America...dead.

Ripped a tick off my dog's lower lip. Dog now hates me.

Pounding headache all day.

I have yet to get laid.

You didn't try calling me.


Whore.

I had nightmares last night.

And still with the allergies. My poor nose.

Do you look like your avatar now?

I am sick and bedridden

The fuck!? I'm calling you right fucking now.

Just discovered I lost ALL my work files from the last two years. *not panicking, NOT panicking*

My fucking dialects instructor isn't in his office when he said he would be, so I'm apt to fail the class because he hasn't heard my final monologue. Let it be known that if this happens, I have the email saying that he'd be there, and the email I sent saying that I'd be calling today, and there will be hell raised. Never fuck with an Irish chick who's in pain.

D: yup, I do!


Allergies are even worse today. Am so full of snot.

I smacked my left knee HARD earlier. As in "So much pain I couldn't stop laughing."
Now I can't keep from smacking it against every obstacle that comes my way.

By the time I got to work I had grass smears all over my left side.

Wipe-out on a bicycle, Iantha?

No, I just failed to take into consideration the effects of my poor breaking skills while going down a large hill, the crappy historic sidewalks and paved roads of the area I live in, and the fact that drivers in West Michigan consider roller blading to be a contact sport.

I didn't get hit but I almost did on a few occasions, and I wiped out pretty badly. My shirt is probably ruined.




Edited once for poor spelling.

Sorry to hear about the high-density of morons behind the wheel in your area.

The Chat thingy just died for me. TCP error.

Moto42 wrote:I smacked my left knee HARD earlier. As in "So much pain I couldn't stop laughing."
Now I can't keep from smacking it against every obstacle that comes my way.

I was just telling my sister-in-law(ish) about my friend Ducky. He dropped a sabre on his toe, and shattered the damned bone. He stands there, looks at it, and goes, "HA! HAHA! HA! I just broke my toe..."

My grandfather was just sent to the hospital...again.

Any situation that causes my sanity to take a quick lunch-break or hurts A LOT generally leaves me laughing.

Yeah, I'm the same way... My body's response is usually to laugh so I don't cry or kill someone.

Sorry to hear about your gandfather, Kitt.

My right tonsil is the size of Jesus.

Was all ready to leave for capoeira when I got a phone call that there's no training today. Stupid liberation day!

The tickets I was going to buy are gone now. This totally sucks. They were hands down, wtihout a doubt, the best deal I could possibly find by far.

Right tonsil still the size of Jesus, now all nasty looking. Yay.

Went to the dentist today. Got my molars jacked apart and drilled. Anaesthetics did not work. Not a happy bunny, me.

Right tonsil ulcerative. Left one flips the bird.

I'm feeling very unmotivated today, which is bad cause I have a ton of things to do.

Last night I scratched my leg and then there were a lot of broken blood vessels there. I didn't scratch very hard.

Kitt: that really sucks.

snagged and tore off a toenail last night. Fucking OW!

It's 1:15PM. I've been up since 6:00PM yesterday and I can't fall sleep.

Roofers tore off my roof and are banging away now. Have been at it since the buttcrack of dawn, won't be done till dark.

Important question: did you hire them?

Nope, I don't know who the hell they are!





(my landlord hired them)

Easy test: Lean your head out the window and shout, "Immigration!" See how many are left.

This is Wisconsin, not California. We'll still have half.

Ampere wrote:This is Wisconsin, not California. We'll still have half.

And the other half will all look up and say "what's that all aboot, eh?"

I have to tighten the strap on my rifle...again...and it won't take too many more of those before it dies.

Approximately 20 minutes after my last post here this morning, my laptop went KABLOWIE!
Hard drive appears to be ok, but the smell of burning plastic makes me think that I might be getting a new computer some time soon. Damnable money.

Ampere wrote:This is Wisconsin, not California. We'll still have half.

You mean Arizona...You shout that here and the only one left will be the site foreman running around waving more cash at the fleeing illegals.

I have jet lag. Still.

Getting stuck in construction work on 95 on the drive home - lanes halved, traffic at 10 mph. Jumped tracks to 295 S - 10 minute detour. Up and running, then traffic bogs because of what looked to be a minor accident on the northbound side, which apparently required all the people on southbound to slow to 15 mph to get a good view. Up and running again, then smack into more construction, situated just after the connection with 50, another large highway. Normal commute time - 40 to 50 minutes. total added time to commute - 40 minutes. Total additional cigarettes smoked - 5. Seething rage - you better believe it.

SOmeone spray-painted stupidass symbols on 9 buildings here on my island, it really ruined my day.

Got woke up about 3am with dislocated fingers, damn muscle spasms. 2 Soma and I am still awake...

I was getting lunch at Subway and the guy ahead of me had a huge order (apparently ordering for the office). I feel cheated.

"Whoo-hoo! There's only one guy in line. I think I'll get a sub."
*Guy ahead of me* "I have 6 sandwiches to order. The first one is..."
*Me attempting to control the Fist of Death*

My employer cannot keep track of who-is-covering-for-who-on-what-day.
Case in point: Today.

Last Friday, my boss asked me to cover a shift next Wednesday. I aggree.
Later: Boss calls me up and asks if I can cover a shift on Friday instead of Wednesday. I agree.
Wednesday, 4:00PM: Mini-Boss calls me, irritated that I have not shown up for the Wednesday shift.

So I have to drop everything, my house-cleaning and job-searching and laundry to come in to work LATE wearing a pair of blue-jeans and a T-shirt that I pulled out of the rinse-cycle.