Happy Easter. No bunny trail this year unfortunately. No Easter chocolate either. My apartment is looking a lot like I am. Disheveled. Messy. Toasted. Sunday afternoon detox. Wicked headache. Likely due to stress and copious amounts of sugar and caffeine. Maybe it’s just dehydration. I was flying last night though. I’ll be ok, there be a brimming giant coffee right hurr.
I worked a crazy shift last night. I got some odd requests from the residents. My favorite was received from a drunk first floor buisnessman calling from a bar. It was a panicked request to enter his unit and move all the beer from freezer to fridge to prevent explosion. He’s a nice guy, I didn’t mind helping him out. It was Sleeman’s Clear if you’re curious, wouldn’t have been my choice. Anyway, the supervisor is away and I’m being an even worse employee than usual. I wasn’t even pretending to do my job. I locked myself in (and everyone else out of) the exercise room and watched boxing. I flagrantly listened to Luna at the front desk. I neglected to do other more boring stuff (this has the potential to land me in a lot more trouble). Some school work got accomplished though.
Upon awakening yesterday, I was angry at myself for deleting Ms. Pacman. It’s good that I seized that moment of clarity and personal conviction because I wanted to play bad. What else. I hurt my vocal chords yesterday singing Just a Friend by Biz Markie in the shower. I’m enjoying my near eastern mythology lectures. The cannonites aren’t all that bad. They’ve got some funky gods and goddesses. Fallible sexual pagan gods are where it’s at. Hepcat.
My Thursday presentation weighs heavy on my mind cause the program I’m presenting still isn’t working. It’s reflective of its creator, there are some nice extra features but it still doesn’t do what its supposed to.
The Ancient Undergrad 
“It’s reflective of its creator, there are some nice extra features but it still doesn’t do what its supposed to”- this is a fucking awesome line.
INteresting note: I often tell people that, if by some freak accident of the cosmos, I wind up as a musician, my first order of business would be to remake “Just a friend” and rework it into a poppy ska number. And I’d also reword a bit of it so it’s a tad kinkier. The chorus, therefore, would run: “Oh baby you, you, you, you got what i need, need, need, need, but you say she’s just a friend, and you say he’s just a friend.”
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Exploding beer hmmm what a weirdo. Cooler with ice dammit!
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Yes sir, you are correct. My mind got the ghosts confused. Maybe it was thinking of the old cartoon that did it! Cool Clyde with the idiot spectral goons. I was one of those Ms. Pac-man’s that didn’t take names. I just chomped!
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Can I name your thesis?
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name your thesis Mr.T on the rocks: teh chronicles of the T and his women part 3: Return of the Gold
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i’m not saying you ONLY write about pacman, i’m just saying you CAN write about only pacman and its still interesting. 😉
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“Fast Food Nation” freaked me the fuck out, too. I have never heard of Bread and Circus, but if they have them anywhere (whatever they may be called now) I imagine they’re in Chicago. I’ll look into it.
Beers exploding in the freezer…hahaha! I’ve done that before–cleaning it up is no fun. Nice of you to lend a hand for a noble cause.
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easter, the holiday which we celebrate with candied instruments of torture and small fuzzy animals. pushed by the big corporations as just another marketing blitz, a special day through which they can make more money, as more people buy into the idea that the only way to celebrate, express joy, or show love, is by spending money. yay commercialism, consumerism, and capitalism. oh, excuse me – i have to go buy some more plastic eggs to make this holiday complete.
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I TOLD you not to delete Pacman. See where not listening to Shannon gets ya?
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Oh, okay, we have Whole Foods here. My vegan ex-boyfriend worked at one of them. Thanks for letting me know. There isn’t one near my house and since I don’t drive it’s tough to get there–but I do love that place.
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