bluebeard

hmm. not much to update on, I suppose.

got a new USB hub and game controllers. hot multiplayer entertainment beckons.

battling a sore throat that

ink_ling got much worse than I. where his is WW3 that leaves craters and murders millions, mine is just a lazy, non-competitive form of croquet that gets on your nerves a little.

spiritual systems with a binary basis are silly.

that is all.

I guess responding to somebody's post in a community about menstruation is probably not something a non-OBGYN, male-bodied person is welcome to do, but when somebody's being THAT stupid, they really need to be told they are.

I just wanted to share something:

I fucked Ann Coulter in the ass, hard.

First Monday after a week and a half off, and, suprise... the receptionist called in.

I'd say more, but I'd rather not ruin what relaxation I got while I was off.

went to the mountain, couldn't quite get the swing of it this year, so came on home.

might have something to do with being somewhat ill for two days, two nights of the four days I was there.

anyway, yeah, I'm back.

If anybody can tell me where I can find some 21-eye red patent leather boots, I'd love to know.

When the phone's ringing off the hook and I've got a room full of people, it's probably not a good idea to get on LJ and starting attempting to have conversations with people. I think all I did on LJ today is make incorrect inferences and spew garbled language.

Fun!

Well, well. Whaddaya know.

Our receptions called in a-fucking-gain.

One Monday in the future, I will be able to do my own work instead of hers. Not this one. Or, probably, many more. This is a problem.

In other news, the funeral sucked. I kept wondering when the preacher was actually gonna talk about the dead instead of pushing his own selfish conversion agenda. Since when did my grandmother, who did not belong to your church, have anything to do with you trying to get the rest of us roped in? Aren't funerals supposed to be about the dead?

The makeup artist did a good job.

*chanting* the mountain.. just three days.. the mountain...

Current Mood: aggravated
Current Music: 8 phone lines ringing all at once, and each one is a moron.

Thanks everyone for your words yesterday.

The funeral is tomorrow, in Clinton, Kentucky, so

ink_ling and I will be driving to my parents house early tomorrow morning, and then going from there up to Clinton.

A bunch of people are coming in from around the country -- my brother, sister, and uncles and aunts. It's been a few years since everyone's been in one place.

After working in corporate environments with all their procedures and paperwork, I'm pleasantly surprised by the response of the office. I left early yesterday, got in late today, and when I told the office manager I wouldn't be here tomorrow the senior partner (who was also present) immediately offered to go ahead and draw up my paycheck for this week. No paper, no attendance points, just "Okay. I'll be out tomorrow also, so I'll go ahead and draw your check. What time are you leaving today so I can figure your hours?"

Since the funderal is now instead of later, I'll still be going to Beltaine. Thank gods for that.

On my walk to work today I saw: one robin egg, a watch band, a plastic bag that looked like it used to contain weed, and some spilled potpourri.

She passed away around 2pm today. She died in her sleep.

My grandmother has been battling lymphoma. A week ago they said she was doing far better, but last night she had a sudden turn. She is now in the ICU, and all they can do is pump her full of morphine every hour. Given her condition and the fact of the morphine, she may well not make it through today.

Depending on when the funeral is, I may not be able to go to SMS after all.

I was already having a shitty day before I got this news.

If Dancer in the Dark didn't make you want to commit suicide, Grave of the Fireflies definitely will.

So.

We don't have a lot of food in the house at the moment, and being that

ink_ling is out of town, I sinned and walked over to Burger King.

The people there were being very short, and didn't have the most friendly looks on their faces.. I left thinking to myself, "Y'all rude!"

Got outside and realized what the problem was....

My fly was open and my dick was hanging out.

Last night we watched Capturing the Friedmans, a documentary about a family dealing with sexual abuse charges.

In response, I dreamt I was present for the filming of eagle bestiality, where the eagle was nearly as big as I am. No, I was not participating. The eagle eventually lashed out and ripped everyone apart; apparently it didn't like it's cloaca fingered.

That's a fun word. Cloaca.

Dear self:

In the future, when you go to the bar and say "It's not going to be a blow-out night", you better fucking mean it.

Goddamn my head hurts.

--self

Maybe I'm stuck in the mud, but all this April Fool's crap is just plain annoying.

Dear Lard: Please make sure none of our clients are planning on being stupid on this unremarkable holiday.

Oh, I do have other news:

I finally figured out how to pee standing up with my PA in.

When I got to work this morning, our receptionist was here. This made me very, very happy.

At 10, she calls me to ask if I could cover the desk. She's leaving, her pneumonia isn't any better. (when I was 18, I went through a month where I was sleeping on someone else's couch. during that time I was working 50-60 hours a week and searching for an apartment. with pneumonia. okay, maybe hers is worse and I should be considerate. but dammit, I wanna be a coot; "you can do it, dammit! I don't wanna be on this desk!".. wait, is that a coot or a baby?)

Three days in a row I'm on this godforsaken front desk.

Anyway, in other news:

Well, I suppose there isn't a lot. We're still waiting to hear back from a realtor about the building; L says they're being retarded.

I was supposed to ride up to SMS for Beltaine with

oboiex in my own car, but it doesn't look like my car (and driver's license) will be repaired in time. Carpool it is, then; not a bad thing, but I was looking forward to making the drive myself. Ah well.

Potluck tonight! I don't know what I'm making. I'll figure something out. Lately our potlucks have turned out mostly starch and carbs, so I'm thinking I should counter that. Who knows.

Yeap.. that's all I've got for now.

Oh, the telemarketer thing is still happening. *snicker* "Number added to do not call list. Number deleted."

Dear neighborhood apartment managers:

No, my car IS NOT abandoned. You may have noticed me DRIVING IT.

No, I may not drive it that often. That may have something to do with the fact that I walk to work, yes? It's two blocks, for crissakes.

I am going to repeatedly call your offices until I determine who made the report this second time, and casually bitch you out. (not really. I'm pissed, but I'm not mean. mostly.)

Please keep this in mind before you single my car out (again) of the other rarely-moving vehicles on our block. Thanks.

Signed,

Your neighbor of now over a year and you should recognise my fucking car by now you inconceivably thick bumfuck asshole,

~joe

Current Mood: pissed off

Client Quote of the Day:

(person screaming at their partner's other lover on her cellphone in the receiving room:)

"YOU CAN KEEP THE HALITOSIS YOU GOT FROM SUCKING MY HUSBAND'S COCK!"

Just thought I'd share.

Current Mood: dumbfounded
Current Music: thunderstorm

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