Andrew L. mentioned a little while back the small pleasures of modernity, set against the attendant terrors and the occasional feeling that we're going to hell in a handbasket. Well, I think that I've had my week's ration of these pleasures, as one of my oldest friends, my kind current host, and unashamed staunch True-Blue believer in Capitalism, took me for a spin in his ridiculously powerful new car, and I am still waiting for my testicles to catch up (I believe they're still orbiting the London Orbital). 140 mph! That's faster than any WW1 fighter plane! I have never been so fast without being in the air.
Appalling, appalling, appalling. I feel great.
I am still hungover from a friend's birthday party last night. We ended up on neat vodka, so my memory might be being creative, but I am pretty sure I saw friends snort ketamine last night. Perhaps I am old fashioned, but I thought this just weird.
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7652I woke up this morning, went to work, around 11 am received a phone call from a friend of mine wondering if I wanted to come in for an interview, went to the interview and was offered the job.
WTF?
I wasn't even looking for a job! That shit always cracks me up.
WTF?
I wasn't even looking for a job! That shit always cracks me up.
Oh, and fuck Mars Volta.
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7653I am eating a still-warm chocolate croissant from the French (actual French!) bakery in my neighborhood. How it stayed warm on the 45 minutes since I bought it is beyond me.
I am contemplating prank-calling the Fujifilm tech hotline.
I am contemplating prank-calling the Fujifilm tech hotline.
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7654I'm waiting for a phone call (that will probably not come) from my boss about a different position I applied for. I'm almost certain that my boss can't stand me, so I'm not very hopeful.
I could really use the extra money. Balls.
I could really use the extra money. Balls.
I walk these streets, a loaded six-string on my back.
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7655tbone wrote:The CEO of the (multibillion dollar) company I work for keeps change in his drawer, which he counts daily, and uses to pay exact change for things like coffee and newspapers. My manager and I have toyed with the possibility of sneaking extra pennies into his change drawer just to mess with his head.
brilliant idea. do it, please, and report back.
To me Steve wrote:I'm curious why[...] you wouldn't just fuck off instead. Let's hear your record, cocksocket.
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7657It took me 90 minutes to get from Montrose to Randolf on the Brown line today. It usually takes less than an hour. I hate public transit.
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7658japmn wrote:It took me 90 minutes to get from Montrose to Randolf on the Brown line today. It usually takes less than an hour. I hate public transit.
I have spent well over $200 on gas this month.
I <3 public transit.
Redline wrote:Not Crap. The sound of death? The sound of FUN! ScrrreeEEEEEEE
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7659I just heard about a friend who broke both her wrists horse riding. Maybe life in the country isn't all that after all... London seems safer.