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Crucified and all I got was this lousy t-shirt.
The temperatures fall and the weekend crew at IBM whispers dissension. They batten down the hatches, and prepare to launch a counter-strike against management to rival that of the Crimson Permanent Assurance. Pull anchor, boys, pull anchor. We're going plundering.
Not really. Although, I think I could make a fine pirate captain. I'm all for the pillaging, looting, and hearing the lamentations of the women while the city by the bay burns. My guidance counselor from highschool would probably agree with me.
The car is dead, but will return from the grave on monday. I'll be $930 lighter and worse for the wear. Besides, it's not like I could just dump the car, I'm still on lease, and 2k into the hole with the loan.
Birthday is ever closer, and plans are as follows: Go see parental units. Go see Harry Potter. Go to bennigans. Do shots. Laugh at my sad little life. Do more shots. Eventually, get kicked out of the restraunt. Head to liqour store. Buy liqour. Do shots. Eventually, get kicked out of liqour store. Go home. Do shots. Wake up in time to ruin thanksgiving.
Well, the plan is something like that. I might just wing it. I work well when spontaneous. Still, I'm not all that excited about it. Maybe something incredibly cool will happen, to restore my faith in humanity, and the magic of the holidays, and find a newfound joy in this tragic little milestone. And maybe my heart will grow three sizes that day, but I ******** doubt it. It's much more likely I'll just napalm the whos down in whoville when they start singing. That's the problem with the grinch. He's all set to ruin their holiday, but he goes about it with such juvenile offenses. High explosives ruin any holiday, and even if the cheery little ******** start singing, well.. that's what tube-launched, optically tracked, wire-guided missiles are for. And flamethrowers.
"The who's were nestled, snug in their beds, when in crept the Grinch.. And lopped off their heads."
Anyways, rant about the holidays is percolating in my brain, almost ready to release in a torent of bile and anger on the masses. I'm just a giver by nature, you know?
"But would I be a good messiah with my low self-esteem?
If I don't beleive in myself, would that be blasphemy?"
 Twistex · Sat Nov 19, 2005 @ 08:15pm · 13 Comments |
