Hey, bitches. That’s right, just accept it. Soak it up. If
you whine, no one will listen.
I think working at a call center has made me a little
meaner. But hey, you listen to assholes scream at you all day over shit that’s
not your fault and try telling me that YOU always have rainbows coming out your
ass. Other than work and the lack of rainbows, life is good. Marceline has
become a giant and I’m pretty sure that in another few weeks she’ll be big enough
to terrorize Japan. If you’re offended by that, don’t be. I’m sure I’ll end up
making comments that every race will be offended by, including white people.
Marceline had a sickness, which I can’t remember if I wrote
about, so I’ll just summarize. Marceline had a bacterial overgrowth in her g.i.
tract. If you don’t speak doctor (which most of you don’t) here’s it in normal
words: she was shitting like a goose constantly, so now we have to shove a pill
down her throat every twelve hours.
Okay, not shove. We’re total pussies about it and hate to do
it. We always give her treats and cuddles after.
I’m trying to get a job where they’ll pay me to write. If people
wanted to hear the shit that comes from my mouth, I’d be a billionaire by now.
But, until I can find someone to pay me for being awesome, I just want to find
a job that does not require pants. Or bras. If you know of anywhere like that
which may be hiring, let me know (unless it’s any form of prostitution.
Including porn. Although I definitely have the tits for it). If that last
comment about the tits made you uncomfortable, I couldn’t help it. They’re huge
and distracting.
Okay, I know I haven’t written in a while, but I’m gonna end
it here. Between South Park and boobies, I’m just too distracted.
Say something! You know you’ve always wanted to talk shit,
and you can do in anonymously in the comments! Hooray for hiding behind the
internet!
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