8 hours of sleep. Wake up, get a shower, eat Thanksgiving dinner. Fucking turkey puts me out for another 4 hours. gg sleep.
Month: November 2003
new j0b = w00t
If the first three days of training are going to be any indication this job is going to kick some serious ass. My only regret is not having applied sooner.
You think you’re precious, and I think you’re shit
Saw this tricked out piece of shit car in the parking lot at Target – parked diagonally across two spots. Who the hell thinks they’re THAT important? Get your piece of shit off the road.
Lesson for the day: Seven shots of Rumple Minze in the span of 2 hours is not a good idea. Or at least, I think it was seven shots, I lost count after about 5 or 6. And the bottle was almost empty. My head still hurts, I’m wiped out, and the worst part – I spent several hours steam cleaning the carpet in my room because I got up in the middle of the night and puked everywhere. Oh and I had to replace my alarm clock too, that got smothered in puke and I’m thinking something got fried. Oops.
I aer teh quitz0r
Starting training at ADT on Monday. woot!
WTF?
Weird dream last night.
I’m rolling through town with 2 guys from work and one of the guys from Deceptio Visus. We come across these two vending machines that have their windows spontaneously shatter for no reason. There’s glass all over the place, and a shit ton of candy for the taking. We load up and start to leave, then one of the guys from work notices that there was a security camera watching the whole thing. Next thing we know there’s about 4 guys in suits running after us. We bail out and somehow manage to get out alive, leaving the bad guys in the parking lot after we drive off. We decide then that we’re gonna go hit up this musical for some reason. Next thing I know I’m in a car with someone else entirely and we’re at this drive through right outside the performance hall. The guy who’s driving totally screws up my order, that’s all I remember about that part. Then we get to the hall and I run in to none other than Vince McMahon from the WWE. Except it looks like Bret Hart. So he and I get to talking, and after about 20 minutes he decides he needs to bail. And that’s the end of that. After that I hear this news report on the radio talking about the snack machine heist. They say the suspects are the guy from Deceptio Visus, an athletic looking hardcore rocker (doesn’t match anyone’s description), and a Tae Kwon Do expert (again, doesn’t match anyone’s description).
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wtf?