A Black Feather, A poison pen... ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- parrot sketch seriously. how am i supposed to be the guy in charge of doling out information around this joint when nobody tells me a goddamn thing. this new position makes me a member of the information and training division of the office...i was supposed to re-train one of the admin assistants but the procedure i was trianing her on had been changed and no one ever told me...it's just a good thing that it wasn't part of my regular responsibilities so it didn't harm my past performance but it (like everything else in this universe eventually does) made me look pretty fucking stupid. so here i am in the information and training group and now i'm ignorant and obsolete...yeah, big fucking surprise there.
i'm just not safe anywhere i figured it out, Murphy is God...that's the only logical point i can deduce...this means if i am Murphy's Bitch and Murphy is God, QED i am God's bitch. hahahhahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha hahahhahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha hahahhahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha...yeah, that about sums it up. these are the holy mathematics of it all. 4:20 p.m. - 2002-04-16 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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