Thursday, December 17, 2009
Fired |4:08 AM| (Written a long time after, Jan 4th 2009 specifically)
Found out today I'm being fired. It is hard on morale when you find you job has been posted on Craigslist for 17 days.
I was going to put in my notice the next week anyhow, but it's still a drag.
(0) comments
Wednesday, June 23, 2004
Cookie Calender |10:01 AM| How long can I last?
I'm using a single cookie as a measurement of how together I am today. I have eaten all of its comrades from the container, and I want to see how long I can go before I eat the last one. Will it be temptation? Hunger? Or will I forget and absent-mindedly eat the damn thing?
Mmmmm.
No! I mustn't give into the temptation.
Anyhow, I'm fucking bored, my job doesn't have a purpose, and I want to dislocate all of the fingers in my left hand so I can wriggle them around near people in the breakroom so they get the fuck out of my way.
Edit: As of 1:02 pm I have eaten that goddamn cookie, and it was good. Reason for eating: If I had left it out much longer it probably would have gone bad.
Tiny Story
On this page of fireworks that Vid found, I'd like to point out the description of the M-85 tank.
Emphasis mine.
I like that this tiny tank had a story, a plot, a mission that needed to be completed. It burned not just for itself, but for a greater purpose. A task assigned itself by its maker.
With each detonation of gunpowder, a tiny bit of the story is told just like the subtle motions of the hula dancer, but with more explosions and fire.
Also, I have composed a short ditty on the effects of prescription amphetamines.
Pills pills, the magical bliss;
The more you eat, the more you piss.
(0) comments
Fired |4:08 AM| (Written a long time after, Jan 4th 2009 specifically)
Found out today I'm being fired. It is hard on morale when you find you job has been posted on Craigslist for 17 days.
I was going to put in my notice the next week anyhow, but it's still a drag.
Labels: Job
(0) comments
Wednesday, June 23, 2004
Cookie Calender |10:01 AM| How long can I last?
I'm using a single cookie as a measurement of how together I am today. I have eaten all of its comrades from the container, and I want to see how long I can go before I eat the last one. Will it be temptation? Hunger? Or will I forget and absent-mindedly eat the damn thing?
Mmmmm.
No! I mustn't give into the temptation.
Anyhow, I'm fucking bored, my job doesn't have a purpose, and I want to dislocate all of the fingers in my left hand so I can wriggle them around near people in the breakroom so they get the fuck out of my way.
Edit: As of 1:02 pm I have eaten that goddamn cookie, and it was good. Reason for eating: If I had left it out much longer it probably would have gone bad.
Tiny Story
On this page of fireworks that Vid found, I'd like to point out the description of the M-85 tank.
See all guns blaze with this moving marvel! A silver flitter to whistle jet gets this dynamo moving into position before shooting a forward stream of gold sparks. A burst of silver and green flitter is shot from each side of is turret before the main annon produces a shock of silver strobe flashes. A gold spark and whistle burst sends the tank turret in a furious spin before a vertical fire of gold sparks, followed by a volley of crackle end the M-85’s engagement. Mission accomplished!
Emphasis mine.
I like that this tiny tank had a story, a plot, a mission that needed to be completed. It burned not just for itself, but for a greater purpose. A task assigned itself by its maker.
With each detonation of gunpowder, a tiny bit of the story is told just like the subtle motions of the hula dancer, but with more explosions and fire.
Also, I have composed a short ditty on the effects of prescription amphetamines.
Pills pills, the magical bliss;
The more you eat, the more you piss.
(0) comments
View My Stats
-->
