Work is a dank, stinking place. But the 3rd floor bathroom smelled like disinfectant, fresh and clean. That must mean that you, shiny, are the purveyor of #3. Sick. We got a real crouchdown today, which is always fun. I was a cranky-ass BITCH in response. Also always fun. I also went to Trader Joe's and bought two bottles of wine. I'm sending these bastards the bill for my liver transplant in 30 years.
So, I'm 'bucking' the system by finding 9 new timewasters to replace Scrabulous. Fascists, you better recognize. You cut off one head and 9 more will rise up to replace it as a glorious example of mixed metaphor and the indefatigable spirit of an exhausted but fucking bitter work population.
1. Play word games
2. Find a Bodum Chambord 12-Ounce Coffee Press.
3. Find for a perfect recipe for Fattoush
4. Debating the merits of vegetarianism, for the umpteenth time. Reserved this book at the library, because I'm all about libraries. And not giving those fools any of my money. But I am interested in reading anyone who calls soda "Liquid Satan."
5. Speaking of that.
6. Listen to some free music.
7. Write your novel. Except write it on Google docs or something like that, because having an intellectual property conflict with the company you're trying to escape by writing a novel involves too many levels of tears and irony.
8. Save the world. Free Rice!
9. Memorize this. I dare you.
1 comment:
Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww! This is so sweet! And full o' rage! I am seriously annoyed about Scrab. What are we supposed to do a work now?
I am back! I will be brain dead and drooling, tho. Viva la 3rd floor poops and hot-rot microwaved cheese!
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