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Got the internet. Again. Wow. My last couple posts seem to have a similiar theme...
Still alive. Still working at wal-mart. Living in a trailer now. looking forward to being old, jobless, and having robots steal my medicine.
am very bored.
losing the ability to use words that aren't things like "I fucking hate this job. Oh-How are you today, sir? Finding everything alright?" or "Unnnnnghhhh. Braaainnnzzz."
Don't have cable, so have been buying TV series. Have House, season 1. Very good show. I'd like to be an asshole doctor, but it'd take 8 years of school, so I've settled for being an uneducated prick instead.
Also got Battlestar Galactica. I think I get nerdier every time I breathe. Soon foreign exchange students will flock to me. "No no, ladies. Don't fight over me," I'll say.
I have a barbecue. I should cook something on it. Oh yeah. I haven't had any food at my house for.... a month? Two? Who needs nutrients? That whole eating/breathing/sleeping thing is just a horrible addiction, anyway. Capitalist pig-dogs brainwashing us.
Nabbed the Firefly series off the internet. I fucking hate Joss Whedon and his Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel/Excrement/Bull Shit. But Serenity rocked and the series is fucken awesome. Damn you, Joss Whedon for turning me into a fan boy. Soon I'll be listening to Power 99 and injecting the blood of tortured kittens into my veins or whatever it is teenagers do now.
The other day I remembered, seemingly out of the blue, that I like jazz and blues. Can't decide if the fog is rolling in or out. All I know is Miles Davis and John Coltrane and Savoy Brown and BB King and Thelonius Monk all rock.
"If you find a bag of weed on the floor motherfucker, what you gonna do? {Pick it up, pick it up.}"
Panic at the Disco r0><0rz, too.
Entertainment. The mindless, the meaningless, the familiar, the comforting glow of pretending we all have something in common, something fabricated and manufactured to line pocket books and make you feel like a country is really a collection of like-minded people.
God I love entertainment.
Without things like the internet, movies, and video games I'd be forced to actually go out and do things. Lucky for all of us, I can just sit at home and pretend I'm occupied before I go back to work and help a company make more money then I'll ever see in a life time while I pretend to be friends my coworkers whom I've spent more time with in 6 months than most people in my whole life and still know next to nothing about.
See? I'm more optimistic than I used to be. I said >next< to nothing.
Started using matches instead of lighters. Sometimes I think they taste better, but I KNOW that catching something on fire is more fun than lighter fluid any day.
Anyhow, that's enough of that.
--Puck
Still alive. Still working at wal-mart. Living in a trailer now. looking forward to being old, jobless, and having robots steal my medicine.
am very bored.
losing the ability to use words that aren't things like "I fucking hate this job. Oh-How are you today, sir? Finding everything alright?" or "Unnnnnghhhh. Braaainnnzzz."
Don't have cable, so have been buying TV series. Have House, season 1. Very good show. I'd like to be an asshole doctor, but it'd take 8 years of school, so I've settled for being an uneducated prick instead.
Also got Battlestar Galactica. I think I get nerdier every time I breathe. Soon foreign exchange students will flock to me. "No no, ladies. Don't fight over me," I'll say.
I have a barbecue. I should cook something on it. Oh yeah. I haven't had any food at my house for.... a month? Two? Who needs nutrients? That whole eating/breathing/sleeping thing is just a horrible addiction, anyway. Capitalist pig-dogs brainwashing us.
Nabbed the Firefly series off the internet. I fucking hate Joss Whedon and his Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel/Excrement/Bull Shit. But Serenity rocked and the series is fucken awesome. Damn you, Joss Whedon for turning me into a fan boy. Soon I'll be listening to Power 99 and injecting the blood of tortured kittens into my veins or whatever it is teenagers do now.
The other day I remembered, seemingly out of the blue, that I like jazz and blues. Can't decide if the fog is rolling in or out. All I know is Miles Davis and John Coltrane and Savoy Brown and BB King and Thelonius Monk all rock.
"If you find a bag of weed on the floor motherfucker, what you gonna do? {Pick it up, pick it up.}"
Panic at the Disco r0><0rz, too.
Entertainment. The mindless, the meaningless, the familiar, the comforting glow of pretending we all have something in common, something fabricated and manufactured to line pocket books and make you feel like a country is really a collection of like-minded people.
God I love entertainment.
Without things like the internet, movies, and video games I'd be forced to actually go out and do things. Lucky for all of us, I can just sit at home and pretend I'm occupied before I go back to work and help a company make more money then I'll ever see in a life time while I pretend to be friends my coworkers whom I've spent more time with in 6 months than most people in my whole life and still know next to nothing about.
See? I'm more optimistic than I used to be. I said >next< to nothing.
Started using matches instead of lighters. Sometimes I think they taste better, but I KNOW that catching something on fire is more fun than lighter fluid any day.
Anyhow, that's enough of that.
--Puck