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GOOD!: I finally found a restaurant worth going to. Kilkenny's. Fantastic Irish restaurant, just my kind of atmosphere, and food that actually tastes (and under my keen inspection, looks) like it was hand-prepared! Amazing, just amazing. Especially the chicken tenders. Piping hot potato wedges served with rock salt, too. Fresh out of the kitchen, not waiting for five minutes to be served under a heat lamp. Fucking outrageously delish. It was fuck-me-swinging good. And now I'm stuck with having to eat sub-par food.
BAD.: We have no money at the moment, and I want these people at B&N TO QUIT FUCKING WITH ME AND GIVE ME A YES OR NO ALREADY. I'm hired or I'm not. I'm sick of being fucking tested to see if I really want the job -- which is what is going on here, I can tell, I'm not stupid -- and I'm ready to start looking elsewhere if I have to keep jumping through hoops. They interviewed me twice, and told me to wait for the weekdays to come. Come tomorrow, I'm calling. And if they don't have an answer for me by Tuesday, I'm cashing in my chips and working at a place that will pay me higher and hire me for certain but treat me like shit: Wal-Mart. (I know. Shoot me. But it's only for a short time period.)
GOOD!: As soon as we get the money, we're getting the fuck out of here and moving to Massachusetts! Timeline is six months.
BAD.: RE: No money, getting pulled around by the dick by B&N over employment.
GOOD!: Spotted some amazing knives that I want to buy. Some guys are car fanatics, others collect baseball cards... I collect knives. Don't think it's anything special? Look at what they have to offer at Dervish Knives, and tell me that you couldn't find even one that you wanted to buy.
BAD.: RE: RE: No money, getting pulled by dick. Do not like.
GOOD!: Freakangels is turning out to be an awesome webcomic, I don't like waiting a week at a time for a new six-page incarnation, though.
BAD.: My left eye is getting fucking sore, pain hitting me when I try to even blink it forcibly. It's a dull, annoying pain. Perhaps a sty? God, what a pain in the ass. Everything is breaking around here. I don't really care for that.
GOOD!: I like some of the places we've been eating at, but...
BAD.: I don't like living on good graces.
GOOD AND BAD: I want out of here. I'm ready to just up and leave. The only issue is money and my brother... I don't know what the fuck goes through his head sometimes, and I get the feeling that he just tells me what I want to hear when I have a problem with him. Shit, this is deserving of its own entry, it's so fucked.
BAD.: We have no money at the moment, and I want these people at B&N TO QUIT FUCKING WITH ME AND GIVE ME A YES OR NO ALREADY. I'm hired or I'm not. I'm sick of being fucking tested to see if I really want the job -- which is what is going on here, I can tell, I'm not stupid -- and I'm ready to start looking elsewhere if I have to keep jumping through hoops. They interviewed me twice, and told me to wait for the weekdays to come. Come tomorrow, I'm calling. And if they don't have an answer for me by Tuesday, I'm cashing in my chips and working at a place that will pay me higher and hire me for certain but treat me like shit: Wal-Mart. (I know. Shoot me. But it's only for a short time period.)
GOOD!: As soon as we get the money, we're getting the fuck out of here and moving to Massachusetts! Timeline is six months.
BAD.: RE: No money, getting pulled around by the dick by B&N over employment.
GOOD!: Spotted some amazing knives that I want to buy. Some guys are car fanatics, others collect baseball cards... I collect knives. Don't think it's anything special? Look at what they have to offer at Dervish Knives, and tell me that you couldn't find even one that you wanted to buy.
BAD.: RE: RE: No money, getting pulled by dick. Do not like.
GOOD!: Freakangels is turning out to be an awesome webcomic, I don't like waiting a week at a time for a new six-page incarnation, though.
BAD.: My left eye is getting fucking sore, pain hitting me when I try to even blink it forcibly. It's a dull, annoying pain. Perhaps a sty? God, what a pain in the ass. Everything is breaking around here. I don't really care for that.
GOOD!: I like some of the places we've been eating at, but...
BAD.: I don't like living on good graces.
GOOD AND BAD: I want out of here. I'm ready to just up and leave. The only issue is money and my brother... I don't know what the fuck goes through his head sometimes, and I get the feeling that he just tells me what I want to hear when I have a problem with him. Shit, this is deserving of its own entry, it's so fucked.