So that's the last time I ever go to a non-restaurant affiliated bar. Some dude was so hammered and thought my car was his. Somehow he got inside and when he couldn't turn on the car, he decided to chuck his cell phone through my window out of frustration. How it happened, I have no idea, but I'm SO glad that he didn't hit the road and instead came to tell the bartender who told me.
Shouldn't cost me anything which is nice, but it is seriously the stupidest thing that's happened to me. So I drove home while it was snowing without a passenger window. It was a blast...
What do you guys think of creating a thread called "FE Photos" where we can save our avatars, banners, signatures, etc..
I constantly update my shit and sometimes lose my old avatars and stuff. Also, would be cool to be able to access yours so I can occasionally use them to make fun of ya'll...
So I decided this would go into boolshit because it's definitely the worst sickness I've had in a while. Last night I started vomiting and that's all I'm really willing to disclose. (If you're on Facebook you can read the rest =P)
Anyways, I've been feeling so hot and I finally found a way to get my ginormous ice pack to stay on my head at the expense of my shirt.
there's some strange things going on at work. I might have to do a single thread on it, because the story is complex....but LEL here's a funny bit. kind of the tip of the iceberg in this story extravaganza ad absurdum:
my girl-friend was approached by another colleague, one of the examined staff, and given a piece of paper with a telephone number on it, advising her to call that number and get an appointment for me, and if i were to ask what it was for she told her to tell me it's about our relation. aha, okay. but, that number was for a psychiatrist and she wanted to have my girl lurk me to a sitting because she thinks I have problems. you know, like michael in GTA....this is so lel. she thinks I have burn-out syndrome, that I take chemicals to keep awake and do night shifts etc.....incredibly absurd and lel but also annoying and shit. some classified BOOLSHIT right there. I will go in detail about it some day. work and the shit that is going down there deserves its own thread I guess, some time in the future
"There he goes. One of God's own prototypes. Some kind of high powered mutant never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live, and too rare to die."
this is my choir performing a mashup of Hark the Herald Angels Sing/Angels We Have Heard On High at our holiday concert tonight. I have two solos!
oh...my....god. you and I, we're so different....haha. whatever floats your boat I guess....beautifully absurd, this world
"There he goes. One of God's own prototypes. Some kind of high powered mutant never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live, and too rare to die."
