Pointless Announcements

As many times as people ask if we're closed for lunch, I'm starting to think that maybe we should close for lunch.

 

Um...hey, yo, I think it was a joke.

 

Are you using any tattoo healing cream/lotion like H20cean or Aquaphor? It works really well (or it works really well for me since when I would put it on every 1-2 hours for 5 days and then switch to body lotion for 2 weeks).

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Passed the ICND2, which means I now have the CCNA. Onwards to the CCSP.

 

it's ghostpoet-o-clock.

Ghost Tape Vol.7 by ghostpoet on SoundCloud - Hear the world’s sounds

 

I am picky about my water. The water from the fountain in my building tastes dirty and I don't like buying water 20 ounces at a time. I'm thinking about walking to the Circle K and grabbing a bigger bottle of water, maybe even a gallon, and signing up to win a Trans Am. I was thinking if I won, I could give it to CinnamonGirl, but I used to drive a 1985 Pontiac Firebird back in the day....this would bring back a lot of memories. I loved that car....then I wrapped it around a telephone pole.

 

No, he told me to use fragrance free lubriderm so I've been applying that 3x/day. It's really not so bad, the scabbing, mostly just on the black outlines.

 

Welp, I finally gave in and signed up for that fancy-dancy LinkedIn thing.

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In other news, grilled chicken sandwiches for lunch? Yes please.

 

Alright who signed me up for "RussianCupid.com?" Real funny, now my in box is full of messages like- жизнь прекрасна.

 

Congrats on the CCNA! That test is nothing to joke about.

 

I hear the Moscow girls will make you sing and shout...


View: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PxyISsA0Oh0


You don't know how lucky you are, boy



View: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PxyISsA0Oh0

 

It's like FaceySpace... but with a bunch of inflated resumes.

 

I should be fucking or poking holes in cardboard.

 

Was her name Rita?

Wait, what are we talking about?​

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So, I was basically awake for most of last night trying to comfort and relax my raging female creature about her airline seats.

"Fuck this, fuck that, fuck them! Oh, I'll fuck them with a tire iron! A rusty one! Yeaaah!"

I'm glad we don't have kids. Pretty sure they'd inherit her rage blackouts.

 

Oooh, that new rifle thread. Gotcha. You've gotta try a Savage accu-trigger, my man.

She wants a basset hound. This is me not being particularly thrilled with that choice.

Pretty sure a rat terrier would be a better fit for her needs. And much less drool-y.

 

So, have you ever worried about so much stuff all at once for so long that your brain just shuts down and says "fuck it, I'll deal with it later"?

It's a scary, yet unstrangely cathartic, feeling.