Sep 08, 2005 23:38
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He's got to be kidding me. I just looked at the thing, and he has the gall to -- the jackass!
There are mixed blessings in almost everything we do. Cause, and effect. The effects aren't always good, even if the causes seem worthwhile at the time.
I suppose getting drunk in a bar with his assistant wasn't a good enough effect? Because that was the gossip I really wanted to hear this morning while I nursed a hangover.
Jackass.
I think the hair of the dog is supposed to be taken in the morning, not the
following night.
Egos. I'll give him ego. I've got the military guys giving me attitude about passing on any information, the corps is out of control, nobody's listening to a damn word I say, my sister calls me up and asks me if I want to come home for a weekend and "regroup" -- and he whines about his ego. I'm so much better off. Really, I am.
I honestly can't think of a single good reason to get out of bed tomorrow.
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