I had a ridiculously long sleep-deprived rant here which I decided to spare everyone from just now. I'd pretty much said it all before, but the latest update is my back fucking hurts. A lot. I leave the final excerpt:

Right now I'm reading a manga where the Queen of Terror, destined to bring about the apocalypse, is sealed inside some dude's right testicle so if he gets off within the next month humanity is doomed.

I should be sleeping.

So as of Tuesday, my psycho manager was transferred. The one everyone hated.
I have a new head manager now.

I only just learned this today.



Nobody ever tells me anything.

Munkee quote of the moment:

OKAY, YOU'RE PISSED BECAUSE YOU HAVE TO WORK TODAY AND YOUR UNIFORM IS INFECTING YOU WITH THE GAY, WE GET IT.

So apparently I've set up camp on YouTube as something other than a lurker.

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GO, WATCH, VOTE, GIVE ME INTERNET FAME, BUY MY T-SHIRTS oh wait I don't have those yet well maybe someday

Update: Oh look I made another [link]

I was lugging around the cardboard and other recycling crap just outside work when some dude in a truck paying next to no attention to his surroundings just about ripped the fender right off a car while trying to park. (As it is, he left a dent the size of a whiffle bat.) He then promptly drove off.

I caught his license and slapped a note on the windshield of the mangled car.


I just destroyed some asshole's insurance premiums. Go, me!