Mashed Potatoes Can Be Your Friend
So, I was told yesterday that this should have "regular" journal entries. So, here's what's going on in Greg's Life.
I'm working. I actually like working at ArrowSpeed. I've been there just under a year and the only people I want to stab in the throat with a coat hanger are the Twins.
I'm torn between wanting to get out of this poorly-managed building and my severe dislike of moving. By the way, this is a photograph I took the other day. It's the hallway of the eighth (i.e. the floor I live on).
Yeah. Those are goddamn mushrooms. There was a water leak in the ceiling, what, six weeks ago? We haven't had a property manager for about a month. Nor a maintenence crew. So, water slowly drips down the wall. Into the carpet. Mold grows. Then fucking fungus. And not the kind that makes you throw fireballs.
Michelle and I are going to pitch a comic to Dc's new web imprint. Details to come. Slowly.
Transformers still sucked.
I'm working. I actually like working at ArrowSpeed. I've been there just under a year and the only people I want to stab in the throat with a coat hanger are the Twins.
I'm torn between wanting to get out of this poorly-managed building and my severe dislike of moving. By the way, this is a photograph I took the other day. It's the hallway of the eighth (i.e. the floor I live on).
Yeah. Those are goddamn mushrooms. There was a water leak in the ceiling, what, six weeks ago? We haven't had a property manager for about a month. Nor a maintenence crew. So, water slowly drips down the wall. Into the carpet. Mold grows. Then fucking fungus. And not the kind that makes you throw fireballs.
Michelle and I are going to pitch a comic to Dc's new web imprint. Details to come. Slowly.
Transformers still sucked.