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I haven't posted in a long time, I kept meaning to, but failing miserably. I don't know about you, but I'm kinda looking around going 'what the fuck'...I don't think people really realize how in a world of shit we are. Simcity should be required for any civil servent or elected official. Seriously. We're fucked. Our monitary system is screwed. You're part of the problem, America. A big part. Sure credit cards shove those offers down your throat, but it wouldn't hurt to resist. But no, you didn't. Your debt has killed us. Of course, the total lack of regulation on the money elite is to blame as well. And the government. Well, shit. Everyone. We fucked up. Maybe we can learn from this. I somehow doubt it. We have entitlement issues here. Live within your means, how hard is that to ask? Well, to us, it's the hardest fucking question ever.
Excuse the rant, I needed to get that off my chest. In other news, I started World War 3 at work today with the simple act of eating two cupcakes. How, you ask? Well, last night, I ate two cupcakes out of the fridge at work. These cupcakes were made for the office, and assumed to be communal for all to share. Well, when I got to work, there were only two left. These two cupcakes were rather small, and I hadn't eaten all day, so I munched them both. Thought nothing of it, really. Came into today. 17 emails. "WHO ATE THE CUPCAKES?" "IM REALLY MAD! RAWR!" "YOU ATE MY CUPCAKES, YOU SHOULD'VE JUST RAPED MY DOG, THAT WOULD'VE BEEN BEETER"...so I was little taken aback. Turns out the cupcakes were being saved, without a note or anything...and I failed to hear any announcement about them. The fat bitch in payroll, who made them, went on a rampage. I said I was sorry, and I totally didn't mean anything by it. And she responds, "If you had fessed up earlier this morning, I would have probably ripped you a new one". It really drives home the fact that people nowadays are way too petty, and that's probably a big part of what's killing us as a people. There's no compromise. It's all, ME ME ME ME. Get over yourself.
Prepare for the worst. It's coming.
Excuse the rant, I needed to get that off my chest. In other news, I started World War 3 at work today with the simple act of eating two cupcakes. How, you ask? Well, last night, I ate two cupcakes out of the fridge at work. These cupcakes were made for the office, and assumed to be communal for all to share. Well, when I got to work, there were only two left. These two cupcakes were rather small, and I hadn't eaten all day, so I munched them both. Thought nothing of it, really. Came into today. 17 emails. "WHO ATE THE CUPCAKES?" "IM REALLY MAD! RAWR!" "YOU ATE MY CUPCAKES, YOU SHOULD'VE JUST RAPED MY DOG, THAT WOULD'VE BEEN BEETER"...so I was little taken aback. Turns out the cupcakes were being saved, without a note or anything...and I failed to hear any announcement about them. The fat bitch in payroll, who made them, went on a rampage. I said I was sorry, and I totally didn't mean anything by it. And she responds, "If you had fessed up earlier this morning, I would have probably ripped you a new one". It really drives home the fact that people nowadays are way too petty, and that's probably a big part of what's killing us as a people. There's no compromise. It's all, ME ME ME ME. Get over yourself.
Prepare for the worst. It's coming.