Rebel my pigs, rebel.

Best Buy actually called me back.

Can you believe it?

If you're feeble mind is in fact, able to believe that, what happened next is surely of the mind boggling variety.....

I scored a second interview.

Yes, you can take this to mean that I went in for a first interview. I can't tell you how much my face and brain hurt after having to bullshit cheerfulness for fourty minutes of my existence. Either way, it was worth it. The next interview is apparantly a group interview thing, to gather all of us potential Best Buy minions together to see which among us is worthy to bear the Best Buy logo.

So very....very close......

I'd laugh evilly, but I'm going to save that for after (and if) I take my place and my Beloved Best Buy.

Oh fuck it.

MUAHAHAHHAAHHAHAAHAHHAHAA.......

When hate is your friend, you find you don't need any others.

I'd like to say that I've gotten my Internet back, and that in my somewhat short absence I've dilligently begun a fourth IBC.

Alas, neither is true.

I'm at the library again, with lots of little kids running around doing their absolute best to be as annoying as possible. It horrifies me to think that I was once one of them. Well, okay, I'm using "one of them" kinda lightly. I was never normal by any standards. Ah well. I'm forever wierd.

I just can't believe how many there are.

Heh.

A group of twenty or so just walked in. It makes me think that the parents of this town are inheriting rabbit breeding characteristics. Damn all of them, for being the cause of my annoyance.

Anyway.

I applied to my Beloved Best Buy the other day. Somehow I get the impression that I'm going to find it difficult to get a job there. I think their looking for someone with an eerie sense of cheerfulness and sociability-of which I have neither. But hey, I can bullshit pretty well. That doesn't mean I'm going to be a fountain of happiness and joy, but I can pretend that speaking to someone isn't grating on my very being.

Heh. I don't know if it's just me, but this blog post that was supposed to be all suave and cool sounding is turning out to be a veritable disaster. Fucking kids.

I blame them.

All of them.

CAUTION: Paper dragons may eat your cookies

Obviously, I haven't blogged in awhile. The reason is both annoying and deeply entertaining.

Would you like to know what I did?

Would you really?

.................I blew up my DSL modem.

Now, I didn't exactly do it on purpose, but nevertheless, I'm once again left without my glorious Internet at home until I can get a new one. Perhaps you're wondering (if in fact anyone actually reads this...heh) how precisely I managed to make the insturment of my addiction go boom.

Heh. Lets just say that storms, spilt Coke, lightening, and the power being on are not a good mix.

Anyway, between work, and that little thing called sleep that I'm forced to do on brief occassion, my ability to make the trek to the library has been more difficult than usual. Not that I'm not trying of course. With only a few hours before I must make with the burger flipping, I rolled out of my darkened cave to walk two miles just to get some damned Internet time.

Find someone who's more addicted than I am. Go on. I dare you.

Heh.

Fuck I'm tired.

I'm getting the distinct impression that this particular blog post is horrendously incoherent. Maybe it is, maybe it isn't. I don't really have the energy to wade through all of the big words I inevitably end up using to make sure everything is up to grammatical snuff.

You know what they say, why do today, what you can put off till tomorrow........