Darling Clementine

This week can kiss all kinds of my ass… and it’s only Wednesday. Thank whatever, I have ALL of next week off. I need it.

Boring. Stupid. Windy. Can’t feel it. Oh hello, Fed Ex. What do you want? Why did you back in? Shut up, you stupid nasally hick! I’m bored. Engine off. Oh, there’s a breeze. Aah! I taste Whopper Jr. Mmm, Whopper. Go away, THE MAN. Feeling restrained. Can’t work for THE MAN. I’m probably insane. Don’t like being told what to do. Door closed. Bye Bye “Jorge.” I’m still bored. Hurry up, quitting time. I don’t want to go upstairs. But I may have to. By myself. Though not really. Should write more. “Can’t find time.” No motivation. No willpower. No creativity. Boo. Need colouring books. Crayons. Glue sticks. Old. Old. Old. To cry. There’s no crying in the mob. OH CANADA! I need to try poutine. And Haggis. I’m bored. Still contemplating alcohol. Tonight? Depends… When am I gonna leave this hellhole? Early? Norm? Thoughts running away. Plan next big thing.

On today’s work agenda… WATER GUN FIGHT!!!!!!!!111!ELEVENTY

The Toy Company™, when we’re not bringing you “teh dramaz”, we’re acting like we’re 6.

/also: went back to the cutesy theme. i missed it. *snuggles*

Long-time listener, first-time caller. I would like to dedicate the following the song to the bitch who almost got a stapler thrown at her head today. She knows who she is. 92475659987FM Roolz!!!!!!!

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This is the horror that, night after night,
Sits grinning on my pillow – that I meant
To mix the peace of being innocent
With the warm thrill of seeking out delight:
This is the final blasphemy, the blight
On all pure purpose and divine intent –
To dress the selfish thought, the indolent,
In the priest’s sable or the angel’s white.
For God’s sake, if you sin, take pleasure in it,
And do it for the pleasure. Do not say:
‘Behold the spirit’s liberty! – a minute
Will see the earthly vesture break away
And God shine through.’ Say: ‘Here’s a sin – I’ll sin it;
And there’s the price of sinning – and I’ll pay.’

– Gerald Gould