Haven't done a ref sheet yet, so here's a text one. Just on the offchance one of you lovely artists wants to give him a shot. But I'm not asking for anything.

Name Zane "Disco Boy" Kepper
Species Husky
Height 5'11"
Body Type Slender
Age 42
Appearance Black and purple husky (black back, top coat thingie, psychedelic purple belly, neck, paws), long messy brown hair (hair reaches just below shoulder blades. Brown 70's style moustache and tiny bit of brown beard on the tip of his chin. Wears black circular sunglasses, even at night. Usually wearing a worn and faded band tee with the armsayes ripped off, torn and frayed form fitting jeans. Digitigrade legs. Black claws and pawpads. Usually always seen with one or more of the following: beer, cigarette, reefer cigarette.
Likes Titties, beer, playing guitar, good weed
Dislikes Valley girls, bigots, swagfags, combs, shitty lighters

Because I'm off today and why not.

Today I realized that I'm such a goddamn stoner, that my highdeas are coming out while I'm sober.

A friend of mine has cancer, and in order to get more information she needed a biopsy. Which includes a pregnancy test. She's a lesbian and told the doctor, look, I'm not pregnant. There's no way.

So I said, "Maybe they need to find out whether the cancer is a boy or a girl."

Go here
http://www.furaffinity.net/journal/4556741/
Fur needs help paying ekeltricity

If you have anything to spare it has to be tonight. If any local furs have a Paypal and can come get 5-10 in cash from me since I don't have a bank account, that would be cool.

Open reduced fat hard salami, both it and regular hard salami on sale. Confuse tags in case, accidentally tag regular as reduced fat. Don't see actual reduced fat. Where RF disappear?

Suddenly MAN HOOK HAND CAR DOOR

But apathy is never really a good thing. I dunno. There's so much shit going on (or rather, not going right) that I just don't care anymore. I haven't enlisted, I'm stuck at a dead end job that I hate, and school clearly isn't happening.. Just... fuck it all, man. I'm so done with not doing anything and feeling all-around worthless.

If reports on life forms visiting from other planets are true, is it possible that they think cattle are the dominant species?

...I am your god-king. Bow to me, earthlings.

I keep missing every chance I get to talk to her. It feels like grade school. My heart starts racing and my hands get all clammy and I smoke like a damn chimney because I'm so nervous. She's so purty and I'm just... bleh. I'm just your average garden variety stoner moomoo with pudge. Beautiful and...me don't mix.

1) If it is clean, it won't be that way for more than thirty seconds.
2) There is no such thing as "down time".
3) Start doing literally everything else with your left hand, lest you start looking like a chronic masturbator.
4) Pens do not write through grease.
5) The moment it's your turn to go on break, every customer in the area is automatically sent a memo that now is the only time to get deli meats and cheeses.
6) You are not human.
7) If you close one night and open the next morning, you may as well keep a cot in the break room. Sweet dreams.
8) Customers do not understand the phrase "I'll be with you in a moment".
9) Fat old white women will joust with each other over the last fried chicken breast.
10) There is no chance in hell of cooking a 50-piece order in under two hours.

Buy second apron and hat. Buy locker. Keep hat and apron in locker as backup because today I looked like a total tool. Rockin' that hairnet and plastic apron combo.

http://www.furaffinity.net/view/10330241/

Yay!

Yaaaay. I'm mildly excited. Not a huge college sports fan, but hey, Louisville won. I'm proud. Now I'm sure people will start swarming the deli again. Oh joy.

So let me clear up some confusion, first of all. There's my hot boss that is totes DTF, and then there's my crush. This girl I've liked for the past six months. It's not even a sexual crush. She's the type of girl you go dinner and a movie with, and then back to someone's place to play video games and have a beer or two. She's gorgeous and smart and she laughs at my jokes... only two problems? She doesn't like dating stoners (which can be easily fixed) and she doesn't like dating younger. She's 28. I'm 20.

I dunno if I should ask her at this point. She makes my heart race out of control and my hands get all clammy and I can't talk right.

Yesterday I worked a long shift, 9am to 10:30pm. I stop cooking at 6:30. My boss - the hot one - walks by at 7:45 and asks where the chicken sandwiches are. I told her I threw them out because they were old, and she stands there and stares at me until I go, "You want me to make you a chicken sandwich, right?" "Yes ma'am~"
So I turn on the fryer again for ONE PIECE OF CHICKEN and make it for her. Yeah, I think she is dominant.

Me: You don't look so well.
Boss-lady: I just have a bad headache.
Me: I have some aspirin in the back if you want me to get some for you.
Boss-lady: That's very sweet of you, but I have a special medicine for headaches.

It was the way she said it and smiled, and then bent down to pick up something as if to show VERY OBVIOUS CLEAVAGE.

I'm so tired of this. Most of my frustration comes from work, where they make it SO FUCKING CLEAR I'm not a good employee, but every one of my customers loves me. Their only complaints are about short staffing and shitty management. Then when I try to leave for a new job, it's all, OH NO, SAVANAH, DON'T LEAVE, YOU'RE SUCH A GREAT DELI CLERK. Yeah, fuck you.

The rest is coming from bullshit with recent exes of mine. One of them talks to me all the time: she texts me constantly, calls me every night after work, and claims she's still in love with me, so I don't know what's going on there. Then my other ex, who got fucked over the same way she did me, is all guilty and boohoo-ey. Doesn't feel so nice, does it?

/rant

She's either just being silly with everyone, or I'm the only person that she offers a sip of her Starbucks and then tells me she laced it. Hell, I ain't complaining; she's cute, but also a higher-up. That won't sit well with corporate.

Okay, so basically my hours at my current job are getting cut by almost half. We're shorthanded as is and there's a few people who never fucking bother to show up. We're the busiest deli in the city and we constantly have a line,!so getting other stuff done just simply does not happen. But if the case isn't full and the slicers aren't clean, my manager has forbidden us from taking our breaks or even leaving for the day, but we get in trouble if we don't take them or leave on time, which puts us closer and closer to termination. Getting as much labor as you can is one thing, but denying breaks and leaving for the day, that's against union law. Customers don't care, neither does management. Retail is a cruel world.

Got a job offer. I'd be taking a paycut but I really don't care. I am so fuckingsick of Meijer I could puke. So fucking done. More details to follow later.

I made a decision today: I wanna go back to school. I wanna take Latin and possibly become a teacher.

I didn't think anyone would seriously be crazy enough to date me. Boy was I ever wrong. I hope I never lose this girl...

Got high for the first time last night. I'm such a lightweight....one toke, and not even a full one, and I was soaring. Then my friend gets this bright idea to watch a trippy as hell scene from the movie 2001: A Space Odyssey.

Also, this song. Dem mutton chops. <3
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OC0u.....e_gdata_player