Sometimes I forget that I ain't that slick. Should have Moviefoned that ticket in Tuesday Midnight when every other geek was slobbering into their phone receiver. Curse the slacker in me, curse it!

Hello, and welcome to Moviefone! If you are a punk ass bitch trying to purchase a ticket for Lord of the Rings The Two Towers, press one. If you'd like to hear other people enjoying the movie while you sit your punk bitch ass at home, press two. If you'd like to revisit childhood and pout like the punk ass bitch that you are, please hang up the phone now. Boo hoo. No love.

Damn the unwashed mouthbreathers of this city for being craftier and more diligent than I. Damn them to a place where comic books and scantily clad female action stars don't exist.

Should have told work to whiff tonight. Come into an immediate frenzy of international servers dropping a load. Had to delay the life update. Bastards. Although, pleasant news was unfurled. It is definite. No rumors. This slavery has an indoctrinated end. The circuit board shackles will be broken. Come summertime, last check with six weeks severance and retention bonus shall be had. Hop on unemployment and become dole scum soon as the corporate door smacks me in the crack. Can you, feel a, brand new daaaaaaay. Nod to The Wiz felt necessary, yet sickening. That was just plain silly spanky, you savage.

Hopefully, the suits will want to do an exit interview. I'll shove it in and break it off. Burning bridges smell delightfully amenable to me, watching the career plume float away with a devil grin. Must explore why I revel in destruction so much. Grrrrrr, despise this corporate skid mark.

Great flaming mudfuck of Hostess snack cakes. More issues marching in from the UK. Fingers pounding plastic keys nonstop. Fucking engineers. Actually having to work at work. Despicable.

Truncated. Delightful spanky stories cut short by the man.