I had the coolest fucking post put together with all my venom spewed from the week at everybody who pissed me off. And believe me it was a long damned list.
I had all my greatest fuckyou pictures in it, from the skeleton to big bird, the little girl asking for help dealing with fucktards and the tatooed and pierced topless chick flipping both barrels.
It was some of my best work.
My wireless connection went down when I hit publish and my post disappeared into the ether.
FUCKITY FUCK FUCK FUCK. (thanks mg)
So FUCK ALL. I'm done.
Friday is turning out like every other day this week so far. I have 6 men, at a cost of $100 per hour sitting on their thumbs in North Tampa waiting on a truck full of material that was supposed to leave Orlando at 6 AM THIS MORNING... I was just told it may be there by 1 pm.
So, here it is. Fuck everything. I'm done. I'm turning on the answering machine and leaving. There's a box of Coronas in my immediate future. After that, maybe a booby bar. Who knows. I'm outa here.
Have a great fucking weekend peoples!
Oh, and thanks for the glowing, positive responses to my post from yesterday. 8 x 10 prints are available in the ship's gift shop. I'd be proud to be anybody's desktop pic. ;>)