February 28, 2005 at 9:38 am (The Litterbox Confessional)
Tags: blogging, cranky, funny, litterbox confessional, moody, random, silly, story
Crossing the street, minding my own business during my lunch hour I was blissfully listening to my lil’ shuffle (affectionately named Clementine) playing “Interstate Love Song” when all of the sudden, “SSSssscccccccccccccccreeeeeeeeeeeeechhhh!!!”
I don’t know, but that whole thing about life flashing before your eyes is utter bullsh*t because all I pictured was Scott Weiland’s head exploding. *shrugs
When I came to half a second later, I realized a taxi cab almost ran me over. The sh*t that pisses me off is that I had the right of way. And whats worse?! HE gets mad at ME and speeds off after I continue walking across the street. Before I could shake my fist in the air and swear him off to kingdom come, a most unexpected (and pleasant for me at least) suprise! A cop car comes out of no where and the sirens start blaring. I’d have done my little ipod-shuffle dance right there if it hadn’t been for the fact that the next song was “Stairway to Heaven.” Not exactly victory-dance material, you know?
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February 27, 2005 at 7:30 am (The Litterbox Confessional)
Tags: blogging, funny, litterbox confessional, moody, silly
Taking a sip of coffee at 10:30a on a Thursday morning. I’ve got a teeth-sucking, disgruntled operator to my left, a clunky compressor machine farting burnt rubber scented stink to my right and somewhere off in the distance behind me are the sounds of a child’s muffled screams, vainly staving off the dental drill with all its maniacal revving. F**k, I let it get cold again. This is going to be the third time I have to nuke the f**ker.
Sitting here makes me wonder, how the f**k did I get here in the first place?
Worse still is having to listen to some of the corniest, snappy comments of the passer-bys I don’t exactly work with. I consider it part of my job qualifications to successfully avoid participating in most daily interactions with them. The best thing I’ve learned in the past few months at this place is how to appear busy while typing nonsense. I’ve gotten very good at it too. I would be proud of myself… if that were the kind of thing one should be proud of.
Normally, I’m alot more pleasant than this. I’m sure you’ll realize that as you read later entires. That is, if you haven’t ho-hummed by now and clicked on the little “x” at the upper right hand corner of this window. Sorry about that. This particular mood must be because in the back of my mind I haven’t solved the greatest mystery of in my life at this very moment.
Whats for lunch?
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