More Tales Of The BOIW*
My head feels like it's about to explode.
I don't think its very good for your mental and/or emotional health to be imagining causing Mortal Kombat-type violence on a person every time you see them pass by. And I can't stand the sight of blood.
But getting stabbed on the fucking back on an almost daily basis can do that to you.
Note: Yes, I fully realise that the scant updates I have put up lately are either about my rage-inducing work life or my aww-inspiring baby. Yes, I realise this will not endear me to the blog-reading masses. Yes, I realise I'm not too much with the witty/acerbic/snarky these days. Yes, I know claiming sleep-deprivation and time scarcity is a cop-out. Yes, I realise I don't have to justify myself.
But I just like doing it.
*This vile specimen, for those not in the loop.
Musical Tip of The Day
When faced with the prospect of a heinous work-day, arm yourself by populating your playlist with
Ray Charles
Etta James
James Brown
Lady Day
If possible, extract the AWWWWHHGGHHH from I Feel Good to be played whenever IQ-challenged spineless supervisor who has a habit of throwing you to the wolves passes by. An added option is to play Sexual Healing whenever her impending silent footsteps of doom bring her to your cubicle in order to hint: JESUS, GET SOME ALREADY WOMAN
Thank you.
Valentine's Day Massacre
Here's how the bulk of my Valentine's/ACE Day went:-
ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
I am like, SO IN LOVE WITH MY JOB IT HURTS, man.
Ed.'s note: My Haloscan has disappeared, apparently to sulk the scarcity of its feeds. The universe does not want me to feel validated.nads went at 14:23