Damnation; No Donation, No Salvation!
School was picayune and insignificant today, as it always is.
I worked 5 - 9 closing the department tonight. Everything was typical and unremarkable with the exception of the trash compactor. A forbidden odor emanated from its core, so foul as to bring my eyes to tears and stomach to churn spasmodically. I came to near vomit it was so pungent. It looked as if it was rotten tomato paste spread along the back wall. Worse yet, the compactor was freezing, so the smell only became infinitely worse. I ended up jamming the compactor of course, thus I had to continually return to whack the blockage with a shovel. Every successive time I became a little more nauseous and appalled. My supervisor didn't seem to take me very seriously when retelling my fish tale. Stupid Tungsten Breath!
In sporting News, Matthew Clemente, what a divine being. He made an exceptionally wise move in agreeing to a 3-year deal with the Red Sox today. A lot cheaper than that Martinez chap that recently departed might I add (And he actually has an upside unlike the Dominican dolt) Schilling, Clemente, Wells, Wakefield, Arroyo is a pretty damn good rotation. I'm so freakin' pumped and primed. And that Randy Johnson fellow? What a fluke! That's all I have to say. I'm so down with the hot stove I'm subterranian....bush-wa-zee....
My sister has a lot of people over now. She did not have permission to do so and no one with "power" is home. This infuriates me since I know that the company is more than likely scum Earth we normal folk walk on. A couple good "lookers" I suppose (speaking of females) but I am ravaged since I will never get any more than this visual source of satisfaction (Then again I wont get any less, pending restraining orders that are likely upcoming of course.) It is apparent my sister says ridiculous stuff about me (Most of which is fact but still...) She mocks this entire family even when we are present to hear it. Satan have mercy on her soul. (Maybe that is a little hyperbole in relation to the grand scheme of things, but I am living in this moment in particular so I can spite who i wish. ) I am oh-so powerful and influential afterall....right people? Virtually infallible, yes? One can dream....
...in black and white.
A bid thee Good Night.
I worked 5 - 9 closing the department tonight. Everything was typical and unremarkable with the exception of the trash compactor. A forbidden odor emanated from its core, so foul as to bring my eyes to tears and stomach to churn spasmodically. I came to near vomit it was so pungent. It looked as if it was rotten tomato paste spread along the back wall. Worse yet, the compactor was freezing, so the smell only became infinitely worse. I ended up jamming the compactor of course, thus I had to continually return to whack the blockage with a shovel. Every successive time I became a little more nauseous and appalled. My supervisor didn't seem to take me very seriously when retelling my fish tale. Stupid Tungsten Breath!
In sporting News, Matthew Clemente, what a divine being. He made an exceptionally wise move in agreeing to a 3-year deal with the Red Sox today. A lot cheaper than that Martinez chap that recently departed might I add (And he actually has an upside unlike the Dominican dolt) Schilling, Clemente, Wells, Wakefield, Arroyo is a pretty damn good rotation. I'm so freakin' pumped and primed. And that Randy Johnson fellow? What a fluke! That's all I have to say. I'm so down with the hot stove I'm subterranian....bush-wa-zee....
My sister has a lot of people over now. She did not have permission to do so and no one with "power" is home. This infuriates me since I know that the company is more than likely scum Earth we normal folk walk on. A couple good "lookers" I suppose (speaking of females) but I am ravaged since I will never get any more than this visual source of satisfaction (Then again I wont get any less, pending restraining orders that are likely upcoming of course.) It is apparent my sister says ridiculous stuff about me (Most of which is fact but still...) She mocks this entire family even when we are present to hear it. Satan have mercy on her soul. (Maybe that is a little hyperbole in relation to the grand scheme of things, but I am living in this moment in particular so I can spite who i wish. ) I am oh-so powerful and influential afterall....right people? Virtually infallible, yes? One can dream....
...in black and white.
A bid thee Good Night.