Wednesday, July 30, 2008

FUCKING SHIT AND COCKS AND CUNTS

This is a story about triumph and glory and profanity.

as everyone that is reading this already knows, they do not allow profanity on PSH, this has always made me sad. I know I am not alone in feeling the censorship burden as we all want to swear like true artists.

well folks, this isn't PSH... I can say words like fuck and I will.

thank you.

Blabberings I

1. does posting random thoughts in Blog form make me a homosexual or do I have to carry out a homosexual act first?

2. I don't see the point in buying new video games when I can just dump more money into Rock Band DLC.

3. I approve of Christian Bale's "Batman Voice". He sounds like a pissed off Mickey Rourke after you give him a puppy with Parvo.

4. Chain restaurants are easily the lamest things ever invented, drunks should go to bars and people that want to eat should go to localized establishments.

5. I've had the same blanket since the mid 90's, it is the only thing I have left from my childhood that I can remember. I don't think I would be ever to be able to part with it but it's beginning to deteriorate in every way... it's sad

6. I have eaten better Chicken Wings than any of you, I am the PSH expert on said subject imo.

The Typical Workday

for those of you who aren't aware...
my name is Kyle and I'm a Security Guard.

I make a glorious 8 dollars an hour sitting at a desk answering a phone for most of the day. I am a glorified receptionist... my name is Kyle and I'm a Security Guard.

I start work at 4 PM and work until midnight on Monday through Friday, often times my relief doesn't show and I have to stay an extra hour with no extra pay...my name is Kyle and I'm a Security Guard.

every now and then they let me out of my cage, and I get to go on "rounds", this is basically the site's way of making sure that I am indeed doing my job. During rounds I stick a metal rod onto computer chips on the wall, this ensures that there are chips on the wall.. because if a chip is missing I am expected to fill out paper work explaining why I think that chip is missing and probably how I feel about it. I think a missing chip would make me feel hollow and sad, but luckily I have not had to deal with the loss that a missing chip could bring.

If something goes down, I am not supposed to intervene. My job is to stare menacingly at the no-gooders, call the cops if they stare back, and then fill out a report explaining how I feel about it.

also, my site is group home for mental patients... so that's always fun.