Pure Flippin' Genius

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Wow, I really love how blogspot kept that formatted for me ::rollseyes:: why does technology hate me!?

Better yet, why does my CAR hate me? I couldn't make a left turn out of my work parking lot because I kept rolling back into the line of cars behind me. So I turned right, drove down the rode for a while until I found an abandoned factory parking lot and then turned right and headed home. But not before I tried to gun it in second and stalled out halfway into the turn. You know, I'm fairly sure I'm going to die pretty soon. I should start selling ticket: If You Want to See Jesus Ride In Car with Me.

This Friday I'm going to watch my co-worker's daughter perform Queen songs at her highschool choir concert. I'm really excited. But I'm not excited about working...I'm on this new preparing-for-road-travel-on-a-low-budget diet in which I sustain myself with only beef or chicken boulloin (is that how you spell it) broth in a thermos, as well as coffee...lots and lots of coffee...and Gushers. Holy crap, I'm obsessed with Gushers and other gummies. I'm a bad, vicefull person. But I know all of the lyrics to Baby Beluga and you probably don't, therefore I am better than you. Bitch. Okay, I'm done. For now.