Yeah, my company is weird. It's probably a lot cheaper now to rent the place they're hosting it at as opposed to December.
I decided to tell my boss I wanted to go and got shot down hard. I apparently don't count as an employee since I'm still technically on contract, so I have another boring night ahead of me. Oh well whatever
Impoliteness is one of the things that piss me off the most. Why can't some people freaking answer me when I greet them? And how hard is it to say please and thank you? jesusfuckingchrist!
Red blotches form on my hands and forearms when I drink. The more I drink, the more show up. Once sober they go away. So weird.
I should be sleeping right now.
“Scratch any cynic and you will find a disappointed idealist.” — George Carlin
"If it's true that our species is alone in the universe, then I'd have to say the universe aimed rather low and settled for very little." — George Carlin
This is a new level of procrastination for me. It's day number five of not taking care of the sock predicament. I don't know what to do with them. I don't want to throw them away because they're new, but on the other hand I've also got other pairs identical to them. They're just sitting over there on my night stand, bein all full of glass n stuff. Teensy tiny little shards of glass. DECISIONS.
Thanks for the suggestion, inane.
I'm going to listen to some Bob Dylan. One of these days, I will see that genius live.