So sayeth the SCOTUS

I hit a deer... with my new car. Humbug...

Seriously, you guys. A place faaaaaaar away with drinks on the beach and no worries. I feel like I'm working myself crazy and I should treat myself by visiting a different, warmer, time zone.

Blegggghhh.. x.x

We tried... I'm not looking for any apology, he; and his flunkues, didn't get in with my vote. I, like many others, are just disappointed that Americans voted to put that cuck in charge again...

We tried, and failed.

:D
Yea, this joke didn't fly well at work. One coworker said Kamila will bitch and I said not as muchasTrumpandbothwillvomplsinbutTrumpwillneverconceedvausehesalwaysbutthurtandansshesaudthatscauseitwasstolenand... *arguing sock puppet blah-blahing*

or Twitter, Facebook, Yelp, LinkedIn,Playboy/girl, MySpace, Craigslist, Spotify, WhatsApp, GooglePlay, or Discord. THE GOVERNMENT WILL NEVER FIND ME!!!

SO. The new guy dunked my phone; got a new one but I (apparently) had most of my data NOT on the sd card so I need to access that old stuff. Ideas? The phone still functions, touchpad included, but the screen is 90% dead but will sometimes flicker enough to see something.

edit) its a samsung s9

Tbh I knew someone was gonna try something like this after Dragoneer's passing. I gave it only 48 hours though. Eat a dick you self righteous a-amd leave us furries alone.

You know, when I wanna "skip ad" I don't mean; take me to the next stinking ad. I wonder if Youtoobs is gambling on their vast video content to dissuade people from burning down their corporate office. >:/

Apparently I've spoken to him a few times on SL as "Preyfar" but other than that; I don't know the guy. I guess its sad he died but; we weren't friends and the site is still up! Idk, I think it all just sucks.

I wanna know! But when I find out... Reality is a bummer; cause its usually guys with female sonas.... T.T

My current car just hit 170k miles on it, while its still "good" for at least another 30-50k its... 22 years old and yea... I've been thinking of something on the Toyota Carolla platform like a Matrix or Scion or Pontiac Vibe. I dunno, what would yall reccomend? I'm avoiding most Chevy's and all Kias.

Today, March 23rd, we remember the 10 year anniversary of the passing of the late great Oderous Urungus and his human slave, David Brockie. While the band GWAR has moved on with its current lead singer, its not the same and never will be again. The minds of the monster and the man behind the band were too rare and demented to ever bless us again. But that is ok, cause we had them both for 30 years to warp our fragile minds.

RIP, the devil a new asshole, David Brockie

When a livestreamer artist takes your com and cash then just seemingly forgets you? Yea, me too. Also, when another artist just disappears. Good vibes.

I'm gonna miss you Nifty. :,(

Sanding here mashing out this journal at work while my head is spinning from this logic. We've been out of paper towels for a good day and a half now and we're supposed to get a case on Tuesday. Unfortunately, the delivery driver couldn't get us any but itd OK cause he left us extra hand soap. Anybody recall the Dead Parrot sketch from Monty Python where the store owner offers to replace the dead parrot with a slug?

"A slug? Can it talk?"

"No not really..."

"Then its hardly a replacement for a parrot isn't it?"

What do you mean you don't know what an "everything" bagel is... D:

The last few months I've been feeling like I've been on the edge of a stroke because of my job. The other day I literally felt like I couldn't remember anything, like even stuff that was right infront of me. So looking up mini strokes online and I'm sure I have not had one, but who knew workplace stress and anxiety could mimic such a thing. Next doctors appointment im gonna have a good talking to him about this.

Another morning, another series of nightmares related to my job. Well... this one maybe not my current job per day, but definitely a foodservice job. Nothing like the anxiety and anger associated with your bedroom alarm clock being replaced with a kitchen printer.... that just vomited about 20 feet worth of breakfast orders that I have to cook now before I can leave my home.

Luckily that phase of my dream ended soon enough but then I found myself sitting in the back of a car with a drooling 1000 mile insane blank stare. And then guess what? I still have to cook food for people!

I hate these chronic anxiety ptsd induced dreams related to my field of work. Sometimes I know what's going on and I can deal with it by smashing plates and equipment to eject myself from DreamWorks, but most times... its a roller coaster and I'm strapped in and I have no choice but to be taken on this ride against my will! Several times in the last year I've had to double down in the morning with my anti anxiety pills cause the cooking nightmares have me so wound up anxious that I'm shaking and I can't get my mind out of this loop of dread!

I dont know what to do. My life solely revolves around kitchen work and its making me more and more reclusive, as well as other things ill save for another journal...

Am 37 now, and boy it sucks!

Damn you you fat bitchy, always yaking on my bed premadonna doomcat! Once again, my world has been flipped upside-down by a housecat. Her name is Nifty, and when she walks across my keyboard, shit fuggin happens... like expanding my screen to fit 2-3 screens when I only have the one. messing up my keyboard config to make me type like I'm having a stroke... GETTING A LITTER BOX GRANUAL STUCK IN MY KEYBOARD THAT MAKES MY WINDOWS HAVE A SEIZURE! Cat... I'm gonna level with you.... either you fuck with my keyboard in a way that turns me into Freakazoid or you're fat furry butt is gonna be a hat cause I'm tired of you hecking with my technology.


*muffled noises that indicate mental breakdown caused by cat*

I understand that the internet is a fast moving place.
I understand that time never stops if humanity or any other species that can value it lives and or dies.

Fuck, I'm gonna be 37 in a couple months and I hate to admit it but... dont cancel me as some creepy old fucker!
Granted, I wish I had that 2.5 kids and a wife and a soul crushing mortgage that I smile about being overconfidantly not worried about.

I'm not going anywhere and you can't stop me! In fact, I'm gonna double down and be Chef from South Park! Anytime I waltz into a chat or group of people; I'm gonna say, "Hello there children!" Becasue being older than most in this fandom, I want to be that guy that drops some knowledge on your head. I hate the fact I am old; but I hate the creepy-assed label people are dropping on me now.

Take your hot trash and go to hell! Nobody buy Far Cry 6! The bitch won't even attempt to load up. Waste of my $60 and a perfly good evening. Fuck off, corporate fucks!

Today, I learned that Jibba Foxcoon died. He died back in January... I loved that guy. His presence on 2-Sense was great. I'm saddened because he was great, becasue I met him, because I know people that knew him, becasue... I don't know what happened! Does anyone know what happened?! :(

not gonna lie, 2020 has sucked for me in the sense its an election year, here in the US, and I'm tired of seeing all the idiots around me. Everyone has lost their damned minds and I don't have the liver or means to just drink my emotions under the table anymore. I just wanna go away, somewhere.