Wednesday, Feb. 09, 2005
so many things on the gay agenda, so little time


I am contemplating dipping into the leftover coke from this weekend and having a good old fashion housecleaning up in this place.

And you can stop rolling your eyes at the “leftover coke” comment. There IS such a thing sometimes. When you buy as much as I do, anyway.

But I figure it will probably end in another day called off work, which would be a waste on account of our PTO has been cut nearly in half this year.

Then I think, well might as well go out with a bang and just flat out stop going in until I get fired. Because these days this job is the absolute bane of my existence.

But my work ethic prevents me from doing so. Despite my slacker tendencies in other areas of my life, I seemed to inherit a workaholic nature from my immigrant parents that affords me too few mental health days and a deep sense of shame about getting fired that I avoid at all costs.

But the job hunt IS in full swing; I am working diligently behind the scenes to get my resume out there.

I had some fleeting excitement over a job at P*psi that I seemed perfectly suited for. Until I found out I would be working with the cousin married to the asshole who tries to convince people that bestiality and NAMBLA groups are a sanctioned part of every gay pride parade and various other infuriatingly idiotic inaccuracies.

Do I get triple word score on those last three or what?

I thought, “No, better keep my distance form that side of the family.” Because when I am around him I do not lead by example, instead I get the urge to talk about having sex with horses, complete with pantomime thrusts and jazz hands. And while it is fun, it doesn’t really prove my point that he is a total retard.

Or wait, does it?

Okay so now I have pretty much decided that the coke binge and cleaning party are out of the question on account of I’m getting too excited at the thought of GIANT HORSE COCKS to do anything else but masturbate, sing show tunes and break down the sanctity of heterosexual marriage as we know it.

So, see you later people ...

These things aren’t going to get done by themselves.

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