HA HA FUCK YOU JOB
For anybody who missed it, I quit my job! and it was awesome! because fuck my old job! it totally sucked!
I'm moving to a different midsized law firm on the evening shift in two weeks' time. In the meantime: DOIN' NOTHING, GETTIN' PAID. This is the longest vacation I've had since 2007.
(Note: this is not true. I'm still working my other job, and in the week or so I've had off I've managed to wash all the windows in my house, clean the kitchen top to bottom, get my computer outputting properly to my TV, install Adobe Master Collection CS5, beat Windows 7 into a more acceptable form [parenthetically it's very, very slick], transcode all the avis that were previously not working on my WD Live, sunburn the shit out of my thighs, replace any number of digital media whose quality I was unhappy with, repot my dieffenbachia, determine you can root draceana the same way you can bamboo [i.e. shoving it into a pot and waiting a week or so], get my phone line fixed, and expand my media collection by a factor of about 1/5. Incidentally I now have all of MST3K and Rocko's Modern Life. HA HA. Oh god, why don't I know how to take a vacation? WHY? AND PROBABLY I WILL MAKE SCONES TOMORROW WHILE THE DUDE IS FIXING MY DRYER. FUCK.)
ANYWAY I BUILT A COMPUTER ABOUT TWO MONTHS AGO WITH AN SSD, DUAL VIDEO CARDS, AN i5 AND LIKE THREE TERABYTES OF HD SPACE, WHICH IS RAPIDLY DISAPPEARING AS I ABUSE MY 1.5 MBPS UPLOAD SPEED LIKE IT BURNED THE POT ROAST.
Hilarious anecdote: I am working on the book when the cat took up residence in my lap at a very inconvenient angle for my elbow. Then I farted, and she shot me this look of pure affrontedness, and fucked off. For some reason I've been giggling about this for like 15 minutes. That reason would be: I am very immature sometimes.
In other other news, I have managed to lose two bags of dried cherries, and also go to the grocery store twice in two days but still fail to actually purchase some god damn English muffins.
AWAY!
no i will never fucking figure out what the fuck i was talking about smiling chickens for, stop asking i was probably on drugs at the time
I'm moving to a different midsized law firm on the evening shift in two weeks' time. In the meantime: DOIN' NOTHING, GETTIN' PAID. This is the longest vacation I've had since 2007.
(Note: this is not true. I'm still working my other job, and in the week or so I've had off I've managed to wash all the windows in my house, clean the kitchen top to bottom, get my computer outputting properly to my TV, install Adobe Master Collection CS5, beat Windows 7 into a more acceptable form [parenthetically it's very, very slick], transcode all the avis that were previously not working on my WD Live, sunburn the shit out of my thighs, replace any number of digital media whose quality I was unhappy with, repot my dieffenbachia, determine you can root draceana the same way you can bamboo [i.e. shoving it into a pot and waiting a week or so], get my phone line fixed, and expand my media collection by a factor of about 1/5. Incidentally I now have all of MST3K and Rocko's Modern Life. HA HA. Oh god, why don't I know how to take a vacation? WHY? AND PROBABLY I WILL MAKE SCONES TOMORROW WHILE THE DUDE IS FIXING MY DRYER. FUCK.)
ANYWAY I BUILT A COMPUTER ABOUT TWO MONTHS AGO WITH AN SSD, DUAL VIDEO CARDS, AN i5 AND LIKE THREE TERABYTES OF HD SPACE, WHICH IS RAPIDLY DISAPPEARING AS I ABUSE MY 1.5 MBPS UPLOAD SPEED LIKE IT BURNED THE POT ROAST.
Hilarious anecdote: I am working on the book when the cat took up residence in my lap at a very inconvenient angle for my elbow. Then I farted, and she shot me this look of pure affrontedness, and fucked off. For some reason I've been giggling about this for like 15 minutes. That reason would be: I am very immature sometimes.
In other other news, I have managed to lose two bags of dried cherries, and also go to the grocery store twice in two days but still fail to actually purchase some god damn English muffins.
AWAY!
no i will never fucking figure out what the fuck i was talking about smiling chickens for, stop asking i was probably on drugs at the time