Tuesday, July 26, 2005
Monday, July 25, 2005
It is hot and humid and uncomfortably sweaty today, but the air is brisk and there is no smell of decadence and decay like there would be if I was working at the rat hole I recently departed. Especially this week with the much overrated meade county fair in progress...A week at the roach hole filled with boring programs and events and a waste of an employee's life...Of course there are several, or to correct myself all of the goats that work under that roof that are so numb mentally the fair is a fascinating time, especially the rotted teeth general manager--the individual who embezzled 45 grand and got away with a hand slap of not receiving a Christmas bonus...Strange but true...
Difficult days in these tormenting times...So much to fix, so much to trim and there is no water. It is like a Mormon staring at the Utah desert with only hope, the words of the Reverend Young plus 25 wives included in the Pamida three day weekend sale. How does one survive these hours upon hours of coupon clippings. I am stuck in the loft of time and cracker vengeance--I knew they were after me, it was just a matter of time before they blind-sided me trying to win the quality points challenge in "NFL STREET". Damn them, they broke through the front door just when I got a "game breaker".
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