If there is one thing in this world that is pretty fucking sweet, it’s being a pirate. Sailing the seven seas, looting and pillaging, hoarding booty and generally being a badass – all verbs that one could respectfully claim validation from during participation.
I don’t really understand all the pirate hate. Pirates are waaayyy better than ninjas.
As exciting as it is, moving offices is always a bit of a crap shoot. On one hand, you could end up in something that looks like a cross between a casino and Google head office (read: baller). However, sometimes the dice comes up snake eyes, and bam! You are wedged up against the wall, half your shit is missing, and the whole office can see what you are looking at on your monitors when you should be working.
Guess which situation I am in?
I can’t help it. That little bitch just had to go and do it.
Even now, it STILL causes my blood to boil.
I can feel the comment boring a hole in my corneas – it’s like having an itchy nose and not being able to scratch it. He doesn’t know what the fuck he is in for. It’s time to hit that caps lock and UNLEASH THE FURY.
Is juice fucking good for you or not?
I remember back when I was a kid, juice was mainlined to your throat like it was an IV drip – parents were so obsessed with stopping their kids drinking all those sugary soft drinks that they crammed as much squished fruit guts down your gullet as you could possibly hold.
I was going to write something intelligent, but then this proper DnB mix I am listening to just busted out some fucking shit Clownstep track.
So if you wanted to read another informative and amusing post today by yours truly, you can blame the retarded Clownstep movement of the early/mid 2000s for the lack.
Fuck Clownstep. There is a reason it’s used as a derogatory term in the scene.
During my boring, little everyday life, I see alot of weird shit.
The problem with a boring, little everyday life is that you tend to associate with other people with boring, little everyday lives, and those people, who are bored practically every day, tend to speak to OTHER people with boring, little everyday lives and routines.
So, it’s all over the news and the TV and, so I have been told, all over the internet. If the clamouring throngs of net denizens is anything to go by, Steve Jobs really dropped the ball on this one.
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Waiting for trains is boring.
So boring, in fact, that, coupled with my innate Gen X/Y/whatever fear of sitting silently doing nothing, I start to go slowly mad waiting as little as 5 minutes without something to occupy my shallow, fleeting thoughts.
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Ugh der ugh ugh blergh bah bah blugh de urgh.
Ugh ugh?
Blergh.
Blergh?!?!
Ugh.
End of day 3.
Three days.
Three whole days of eating nothing but fucking fruit and chain smoking ciggies. And some dude at work brings a BBQed chicken in for lunch!
Fuck this shit. Going for a burger.
Peace out.