All you'll hear is your silent screaming as I rip your throat out...

Yesterday was a day of three firsts.

1.) I finally got satellite television.
2.) I swore at my boss.
3.) I took out Bambi with my Truck of Doom.

All good things come in threes, eh? Meh.

Concerning thing the first, I daresay things have come a long way since last I've had tv of such a glorious variety. For example...

When was the ingenious idea of pausing, and indeed, even rewinding live tv introduced??

Though still, I find it terribly funny that with the 900 some channels we have (The Bastardly Parental Units decided to go for what I like to call the Supreme Couch Potato package), there are still moments when you utterly cannot find a thing to watch.

On thing the second, I had gone to work already miffed about having to work store security the day before (aka Important Looking Greeter Person), only to find out I had to do it again that night, and then now tomorrow for TEN. FUCKING. HOURS.

Needless to say I flew a little bit off the apathetic handle.

Heheh....

Have I mentioned how much I loathe "greeting" people with all of my entire being?

Anyway.

And finally, onto matter the third. Indeed, I was driving home after night of said boss yelling when from amidst the bushes came a fairly large deer, not five feet from my bumper.

Lemme tell you, the best brakes in the world wouldn't have saved that thing.

What I think is a true testament to the power of my Truck of Doom, had I not actually physically seen the thing in front of my truck, I scarcely would have been able to tell I hit anything at all. A little blood on my lisence plate was the only proof that anything had met it's end because of my driving.

The only terribly disgusting thing, (though morbidly amusing, I suppose) is that it's head must've gone under one of my tires, because when I went back to drag it off the road...

....most of it's skull was missing.

Score one for gruesome roadkills.

Whoops.