I like cookies. I really do. Buttery goodness and whatever else that ends up in there. And cheese. I don't even slice it anymore. I just rip chunks off with my teeth. And yes, if my roommate is reading this and asking, I did it to the Brie. Arghhhhh. And I think West Edmonton Mall should have a bigger sign on it. Like one that you can see from outerspace. Or Saskatchewan. I don't see how people get there any other way. They must have a heli pad of something. Just go to the hospital, tell them that you have to return to your mothership at the WEM. Maybe they'll fly you there. I just know I circled 12 times coming and going tonight and it wasn't fun. It looks like every other box in the area. Just a big, stupid box. With a shooting range.
Just random crap tonight. Nothing really going on in my head except for circus music. There's actually a freak show going on in my frontal lobe. People are still lining up to see it so I can't go to bed just yet. It was a good day of nothing. Pure nothing. I squatted in my friend's condo for 6 hours to watch animal planet. I mean, I don't even like cable. What's going on with me? I consider doing 2 loads of laundry a full day? Washing the dishes is my idea of cleaning the apartment. Especially when a certain someone/roommate had cornflakes for breakfast and leaves the bowl with all the cornflakey goodness hardening and crustulating on the sides. I mean, that's double time. I should get unemployment overtime for that. The day is going to come when I need to clean my car, too. That's going to take FOREVER because it's really, really bad. When will I have time to look for meaningful work? Sigh...
So, I guess a little jobhunting is in order tomorrow. And no, I've decided not to be a spy. I read the job requirements, one of them being a pyschological evaluation, something I'll never pass. It would be fun to try, though. Freak out in the interview, and be like, "did you see those bats? They're huge. Big bats, behind the fridge...". Ah, a new day. Got to go get my 12 hours of sleep now. You all have fun at work tomorrow...
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Sorry about the corn flakes ... I hate coming home ... from ... my ... job at noon only to find those crustated flakes on the bowl ... from 1:15 am ... when I am eating breakfast ... ya know, so I can go to my job. I think those No-name flakes can be used as tiles on the space shuttle because NOTHING takes them off.
ReplyDelete... by the way ... new disc of brie in the fridge ... right next to your beer.
ReplyDeleteI'm just saying, either get yourself unemployed like me or get the government to ban corn flakes. Ah, Brie...
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