A rope of sand
Okay, I know not everyone is as computer literate as I am. But I just had someone who knew how to forward an email, but not how to type in instructions as to which of the 19 attachments he wanted.
I don't think he's illiterate. I think he can read. Just... wow.
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Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaauuuuuuuugh!
People.
Are.
Stupid.
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It's getting closer and closer to Clocktower Time.
You know, when you've finally had enough crap from all the sheeple you deal with and climb the clocktower with a high-powered rifle to 'cull the herd'.
Clocktower Time.
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Now to brave the malls. Yeesh.
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Things I hate at the moment.
- Spuh.
- other drivers
- work
- depression
- network executives
- responsibility
- John. Stamos.
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I need to leave. I need to go home. I need my home to be clean. I need to go shopping. I need to crawl into bed and not wake up until all the work is done. I need to not feel guilty about unfinished work. I need food. I need acceptance.
I need my wife.

1 Comments:
I love you, Hunny.
You are my good boy.
And you are Trapped... never get out.
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