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The face that launched 1000 shits
Tried to update my journal from home last night, but one of two things kept happening: either the site would fuck up or my computer would fuck up. What I tried to say last night is that I did my taxes. Am I getting a refund? Hell yes, I'm getting a refund. Did I let Uncle Sam treat me like his prison bitch all year so I could get it? Yr goddamn right, bucko. I went to bed super early last night (10:30). Actually got to work sort-of on time. Woo. I've been dealing with a rogue hangnail all morning. I have lost blood because of said hangnail. I also added a new paper cut to my growing menagerie of hand wounds.
Day after tomorrow, I'll be singing "O Canada" with some drunken Quebecois with a video camera in a hot tub. Or not. (But it has happened before. A tape of my misadventures at the Whistler/Blackcomb ski resort exists somewhere in Canada.)
It's almost time for a smoky treat. A Camel Light flavored smoky treat.
Day after tomorrow, I'll be singing "O Canada" with some drunken Quebecois with a video camera in a hot tub. Or not. (But it has happened before. A tape of my misadventures at the Whistler/Blackcomb ski resort exists somewhere in Canada.)
It's almost time for a smoky treat. A Camel Light flavored smoky treat.