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On The Precipice of Mediocrity, Teetering
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Worst Week As some of you know, Night Nurse and I have gone through a bit of a rough patch lately. In the span of 24 hours, we were both laid off from our jobs, which was a sobering experience, to say the least. We have a few sticks in the fire at the moment, but nothing's definite. The fact that Kris passed her nursing testing (with flying colors, as if there was any doubt!) certainly helps, but amazingly, the California medical field just is not hiring like the rest of the country.
On top of the job shit we've had to deal with, my frakkin' Saturn thought now would be a good time for my transmission (or, part of it at least) to completely crap out on me, so we had to get that fixed.
Thanks to everyone who's been sending us well-wishes, I know the times are tough for alot of people, but we appreciate it...Holz | 11:10 AM | Rant & Rave, Bitches! (7)
Damn! Good luck to you guys, I'm not sure if there's anything I can do but let me know.
Yea, good luck and everything. Don't bother to ask Jason for any help, by the way. He would just screw it up. I have spent 29 years cleaning up after him.
Have fun cleaning your car tomorrow morning cause I'm gonna drive up in the middle of the night and take a dump on your windshield.
Good job. I had to clean it up because you can't even pick the right car. I don't drive an old, beat up, light blue pick up truck. That is my neighbor, Charles. You screwed up again, just like when you killed that hooker. And you tried to chop up his body, and you didn't even have a sharp ax, and I had to pick up the barrel of acid, it was just a mess.
Hey Chris, remember that time when you invented the adjustable rate mortgage you could get without a credit check, or were you too wasted on that special homebrewed liquor you like to make out of shattered dreams and orphans' tears? Let me say thanks on behalf of a grateful world for that one.
I have a particularly fine bottle of 03 Orphan Tears I want to open up. Perhaps you want to come over and help me drink it. I can make your favorite dish. You know, Dead Puppy a la range with a side of Clubbed Baby Seal brains.
Brian Dawkins is on the Broncos. I hate life, the Eagles, football, and most of all Chris, whom I blame for this apocalypse directly.
"Let a man get away with fuckin' you once, you stay bent over so's he can fuck you again whenever he damn well pleases. An' if one man can do it? Another will too. An' another, an' another still. So's being fucked, that's yer life. 'Til who you were, you ain't. 'Cause all you are is an asshole."|
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