Do you know what that is? /\/\/\ That's the best fucking pin in the world. And just when I was away for bit, just when blogging was getting mundane, that fucking pin called to me and said, Lou, save blogdom. Well bloggies I'm back. I found that pin a drawer in my kitchen, and now, I'm going to rock it like I stole it. I vaguely remember buying that pin at a street fair when I was a kid. I got a call back on my job search. From the Prayer Channel. I'm sorry but I'm going to have to pass on this one, hope I'm not throwing my career away before it even starts, I mean what if this is a calling from God?
In late breaking news, Brooklyn College, a.k.a. Slaughter House Five, has sent me a letter.
"Congratulations on your graduation." Your diploma is now available in the Office of the Registrar...."
First off, two big fucking words in the first sentence, you just lost about 3/4 of the graduating class with that one. Second, you lying cunts. See a friend of mine ran to B.C. as soon as she got this letter only to find out that she has to bring it back cause they don't print "cum laude, magna cum laude, etc..." on the diploma without you requesting it. Those cheap ass lazy mother fuckers. So I would waste a trip down to pick up a diploma that I would have to give back. (To fix a mistake they made, and oh yeah, they'll make you wait two months mindfucking you like YOU made the mistake). They are the worst so I'm going to call up ahead of time, and bust their balls, and if I'm feeling really industrious I'll put them on speaker phone and record the convo, that way I can post it on my site for the world to see how stupid they are.
What else? Did I show you guys my awesome fucking pin? oh yeah I did.
James is blogging about sneaky tests, I remember those...I kind of miss those actually. Although I always got pissed at myself when that happened. I would think, "what kind of moron forgets he had a test today?" And then realize it was me. 'Cause I would get pissed at those people that would walk in being like "Oh snap, there's a test today?" Unless of course the moron was me.
Shit, you know what the worst part about being dead is? Not being able to feel your toes.
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