The Irony Of It All

God damn not getting fired seems to be a full time job... pun intended. Seriously though, life as a temp is wrought with pitfalls and bullshit. It all comes down to this last week; at least I think it does. They don't tell us temps shit they just keep booting us to the fucking curb without rhyme or reason.

It seems to me that plastics factories are the P.O.W, camps of the 21st century; but you know, without the death and atrocities.

Anywho, after working two weekends straight I thought I might get back in touch with the real world by blog surfin. It's a cool pastime, and allows me some interaction with much more interesting people than those I seem to be surrounded by in this not so virtual reality. Alas much to my chagrin I found very little of interest. Other than a couple chill people blogging their lives I've decided that most of this World Wide Web is filled with crap. By crap I generally mean Porn, idiots doing what they do best, and people bitching. Now don't get me wrong, the porn can stay but I have little to no use for the rest.

And so to sway my disappointment I jump head long into my fav solo game of tug-o-war
And as my eyes slowly roll back in my head I forget all troubles of this world. Some minutes later, laying back with cock in hand I got my second wind and apparently decided to add to the problems that got me worked up in the first place; but if you cant beat 'em... and all that crap.

So I’m back trying to stay awake to see if a certain interest of mine comes online to talk. Oh, I could call her and all but this way I can act all aloof and shite, cause I’m cool like that. But that’s cool I can get lit a play guitar for a few hours; I probably need the practice anyway.

I'll stop now in hopes of retaining the delusion of ever having had any dignity to start with.

No worries though lame is the black, and I’m lame as hell so go me [shit eating grin]

I'm done.