Stupid piece of shit computer died at work. I have half a mind to bust it down to size with a sledge hammer. But, I don't think that the warranty will cover such reckless endangerment. F#%$ing computer!!!
So, I told my boss that the computer was fried and, to my surprise, he laughed and graciously waved me off and told me to take the day off and not to come back until I had something to show him of worth. What a great guy. I took the afternoon and went downtown to the coffee shop where I met up with my friend Brian...a clown with a fedora and khakis that were too loose even with the extra large belt he had looped into it. He yapped on about his girl troubles and how his latest, a broad named Cindy, was plaguing him about committing. He was confused and didn’t know what to do. I told him that it was time to pack ship and move on. But, stupid as he was, he did not listen and kept on whining about how it was moving too fast, but he still wanted to see her. Man, what a wuss…( Can anyone else hear the whip crackin’?)
When he left, I felt much better about my day. I looked around and found that I was free. Nothing tied me down…well, besides this bulls#!% and my job…I love my job!
I went home and popped in a movie and realized that I could do this all day and night, and no one would stop me. What great s#!%! It sure felt good. I’m there now…so, I have to leave this crap and go back to the couch (damn, promised that pompous a$$ Zucker that I would do a “business” dinner and discuss the latest sales…) F^$%…

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