FYI, I have beat wholesale ass for a lot less than that…
So I leave work at almost 7, exhausted. Long fucking Monday. Home no more than 10 minutes, and what happens? Lights out. Fucking power outage. I’m back in the stone age. No internet connection, no microwave, can’t charge my phone. I’m assuming that looting and rioting will begin in less than 15 minutes…
So I head back to the office, to find sustenance and shelter, (aka Nachos from Baja Fresh, an internet connection, charger and such). And as I’m digging into my Carne Asada nachos and just starting Zombieland, the neighbor texts me that powers back.
So now, finally home, I can get back to a reliable connection and not have !@#$ing Tumblr blocked. And to see what happens to Columbus, Tallahassee, Wichita and Little Rock…
Open the box
See what’s inside
You make the call
Sick of it all again
Static-X - Dirthouse
I can relate. A jacked up week, tanked my Accounting final, two fucked days at work. Got home and was so assed-out tired that I “napped” for three hours. If this week was a physical thing, it would have two bullets in it.
Laundry Night is now under way. Just received my Generation Kill BluRays and there is a bottle of scotch asking if I wanna dance. Fuck yeah I do!
Have a GREAT fucking weekend! We richly deserve it!
What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. Or a heavy drinker…
The DNA Cowboy (paraphrasing)