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I've just found a box of stale potato chips that have been packed in with some dill pickles. The flavour of the pickles have tainted the chips in a most delightful of stale manners, and this brief moment of being slightly less suicidal has given me enough strenght to drool out a quick synapse-sist of the horrible things that have happened to me recently.
As I mentioned in a previous post, I recently got a job working at some Coffee Shop. By far, this is the worse thing I've experianced in my already generally unpleasent years on this planet. I tend to not like working in a group, or working with food, or having to do a lot of random chores at a whim, or talking to people, or being looked/gawked at by people prettier then me. This job is all of these awful things all rolled up into one hellish Moon Java Crappacino.
The horror of working here has left my brain only able to ponder and dream about my own beautiful undoing. And left me with little ability to actually write anything worth writing. (See above example)
I plan on quitting tommorow, but only after I've managed to drink as much of their delicious caffienanated beverages as I can keep down. Then I can again finally return to my life of mundane mediocrity and pallid longing. At least I have something to look forward to.
As I mentioned in a previous post, I recently got a job working at some Coffee Shop. By far, this is the worse thing I've experianced in my already generally unpleasent years on this planet. I tend to not like working in a group, or working with food, or having to do a lot of random chores at a whim, or talking to people, or being looked/gawked at by people prettier then me. This job is all of these awful things all rolled up into one hellish Moon Java Crappacino.
The horror of working here has left my brain only able to ponder and dream about my own beautiful undoing. And left me with little ability to actually write anything worth writing. (See above example)
I plan on quitting tommorow, but only after I've managed to drink as much of their delicious caffienanated beverages as I can keep down. Then I can again finally return to my life of mundane mediocrity and pallid longing. At least I have something to look forward to.