My goddamn halo
Eh. Reformatting would be too much work all at once. I've wounded the spam-entities, and the pop-ups come slowly enough that I can dispose of them at my leisure, while going about my internet business. Slows things down, though.
Whatev'.
My allergies are raping me up. I can wring out my nose...just pinch it at the bridge, then pull downward. It's all like drip-drip-drip-drip onto my pants, or (occasionally) a tissue. Ocean of salty water livin' up in my nose-holes.
I've got super allergy medicine upstairs, but I'm too lazy to go up and get it--that's, again, too much work all at once.
I exploded a needle at work today. It was all like "Kpshhhww" and shards of steel went flying every which-a-way. The biggest piece of it ended up on a table maybe 10' away.
What is the deal with gas station food? Am I right?
Sometimes it's real delicious...the hotdog bun is just a little bit moist with the hotdog's sweat, and the meat's practically bursting with salty grease...Good fucking shit, times like those. But sometimes, like today, gas station food tastes like what you'd expect food from a gas station to taste like. My cheeseburger was super-duper dry, and so was the cheese and jalapeno corndog I ate--I threw the second C&J corndog in the street when I got home.
I went to AM/PM instead of McDonald's because of how much cheaper their soda is. I'm not sure I regret it...you can get 44oz of soda from the gas station for about the same price as a much smaller drink at McDonald's--especially hicksville McDonald's that don't know about the Value Menu (like the one in Kingston).
I jeopardized the lives of the people in the cars behind me, today, to make sure that I didn't hit this adorable baby squirrel that was darting about in the road. It wasn't a close call (for the other drivers) or anything, but I'd've braked even if it would've been.
I don't particularly want to get hit in the back of the head with the body of an improperly strapped-in infant, but it's preferable to smashing a rodent. Because that hypothetical kid would've just grown up to become a drug addict, then bring shame on his or her own family by accidentally strangling him/herself to death with an extension cord while masturbating to an issue of Cat Fancy.
And I don't need that on my conscience.
Whatev'.
My allergies are raping me up. I can wring out my nose...just pinch it at the bridge, then pull downward. It's all like drip-drip-drip-drip onto my pants, or (occasionally) a tissue. Ocean of salty water livin' up in my nose-holes.
I've got super allergy medicine upstairs, but I'm too lazy to go up and get it--that's, again, too much work all at once.
I exploded a needle at work today. It was all like "Kpshhhww" and shards of steel went flying every which-a-way. The biggest piece of it ended up on a table maybe 10' away.
What is the deal with gas station food? Am I right?
Sometimes it's real delicious...the hotdog bun is just a little bit moist with the hotdog's sweat, and the meat's practically bursting with salty grease...Good fucking shit, times like those. But sometimes, like today, gas station food tastes like what you'd expect food from a gas station to taste like. My cheeseburger was super-duper dry, and so was the cheese and jalapeno corndog I ate--I threw the second C&J corndog in the street when I got home.
I went to AM/PM instead of McDonald's because of how much cheaper their soda is. I'm not sure I regret it...you can get 44oz of soda from the gas station for about the same price as a much smaller drink at McDonald's--especially hicksville McDonald's that don't know about the Value Menu (like the one in Kingston).
I jeopardized the lives of the people in the cars behind me, today, to make sure that I didn't hit this adorable baby squirrel that was darting about in the road. It wasn't a close call (for the other drivers) or anything, but I'd've braked even if it would've been.
I don't particularly want to get hit in the back of the head with the body of an improperly strapped-in infant, but it's preferable to smashing a rodent. Because that hypothetical kid would've just grown up to become a drug addict, then bring shame on his or her own family by accidentally strangling him/herself to death with an extension cord while masturbating to an issue of Cat Fancy.
And I don't need that on my conscience.