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It's becoming increasingly blatant to me that I need to stop procrastinating and get the fuck out of Papa Gino's. Something about not even wanting to wake up in the morning to drag myself to the job. I'm slowly but surely filling out my application to Comp USA, but I always seem to not want to finish it. That and I have mixed emotions about working with my friend Matt in a computer store. The upside is I've always enjoyed spending time with Matt. The downside is that Matt is horribly obsessed with computers, and when he starts rattling off part statistics to me I want to punch him square in the face. I dig technology too, but I can't sit there and practically masturbate over front side bus speeds and memory caches. Chalk it up to my short attention span, or something.
Time to make the mother fucking pizzas.
My kingdom for the legal right to bring a shotgun to work and discharge it on any moron that makes an unreasonable request to me. It's like the seeing kids as demons in school syndrome again. Must just be because I hate humans, filthy animals that we are.
Well... most humans.
Time to make the mother fucking pizzas.
My kingdom for the legal right to bring a shotgun to work and discharge it on any moron that makes an unreasonable request to me. It's like the seeing kids as demons in school syndrome again. Must just be because I hate humans, filthy animals that we are.
Well... most humans.