GravyFingerz
Gravymancer
I have made an observtion in my sleepless stupor. It is Thursday, October 24th, 5:56 a.m. Let it be known that reality has slowed down time aorund me so that my suffering can continue. Im not positive it is the result of sleepless induced hysteria, but if my life has taught me anything, it's that some powerful being with the ability to shape reality hates me.
Join me next week when I plummet the depths of insanity and make myself cease to exist through sheer force of will.
Long John Silver's fish and shrimp sounds really good right now. Note self - eat at Long John Silver's after payday before non-existance. Yeah, that's the ticket.
The girl next to me turned down the opportunity to go home. I think she is crazier then me. She is hot though.
Hehehe, monkey. I just saw the word money on the monitor. You know, if you add monkeys to any situation, the hillarity factor rises 30.9% for one monkey, and 3% for each additional monkey? If my math doesn't fail me in my sleeplessness, 24 monkeys is roughly 100% hillarity. Just replace everyone here with 24 monkeys and its one helluva good time.
I got scolded for writing in this journal and not paying attention to incoming mail. She should hand me a No-Doz instead of scolding me.
I want to punch Carrot Top in the face. He's the only sellout who sucked before he sold out. At least cut the damn hair - there's a sniper running loose for god's sakes. The only way you could make it easier is wearing a bullseye t-shirt.
That's actually not a bad idea.
I hope the hospital accepts collect calls, Carrot Flop.
I'm going to post this to the message boards - maybe someone can laugh at my suffering. I will call it "The Insanity I Wrote at Work".
I think I know what I'm talking about. I'm pretty sure that my ass has something to do with this, rather than my wisdom.
As you may have guessed by now, this work has become more of a novelty then my actual thoughts. Therefore, I preset the sleep depreived work of the day:
"Any fish you can chew obviously can't swim away from your mouth fast enough."
Join me next week when I plummet the depths of insanity and make myself cease to exist through sheer force of will.
Long John Silver's fish and shrimp sounds really good right now. Note self - eat at Long John Silver's after payday before non-existance. Yeah, that's the ticket.
The girl next to me turned down the opportunity to go home. I think she is crazier then me. She is hot though.
Hehehe, monkey. I just saw the word money on the monitor. You know, if you add monkeys to any situation, the hillarity factor rises 30.9% for one monkey, and 3% for each additional monkey? If my math doesn't fail me in my sleeplessness, 24 monkeys is roughly 100% hillarity. Just replace everyone here with 24 monkeys and its one helluva good time.
I got scolded for writing in this journal and not paying attention to incoming mail. She should hand me a No-Doz instead of scolding me.
I want to punch Carrot Top in the face. He's the only sellout who sucked before he sold out. At least cut the damn hair - there's a sniper running loose for god's sakes. The only way you could make it easier is wearing a bullseye t-shirt.
That's actually not a bad idea.
I hope the hospital accepts collect calls, Carrot Flop.
I'm going to post this to the message boards - maybe someone can laugh at my suffering. I will call it "The Insanity I Wrote at Work".
I think I know what I'm talking about. I'm pretty sure that my ass has something to do with this, rather than my wisdom.
As you may have guessed by now, this work has become more of a novelty then my actual thoughts. Therefore, I preset the sleep depreived work of the day:
"Any fish you can chew obviously can't swim away from your mouth fast enough."
