I Don't Give A Good God Damn
13 August 1998
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I Don't Give A Good God Damn
13 August 1998
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Today was just sitting in a room talking for too long, with periodic breaks to deal with people inventing new needs, new projects and new priorities at a rate of about 3 per hour. I did not kill anyone. That is my mark of success for the day. I just love finding out offhand that the entire foundation of my job has been "de-emphasized."
Anyways, I don't feel in the least bit funny or quirky, I'm sorry.
Man, I don't even know what time it is. I was about to start writing how silly I was to be staying here at work until 10 PM at night, even though I had to come in this morning at 10 AM. Uh, except it's only 8:45 PM. Where is my lunch? Who are my friends? Where are the songs from yesterday? Who will play Delirium in the movie?
I think my new religion just came in email:
Add a few dietary laws and I'm set.
- NO SELLING OF PRODUCTS
- NO SPEAKING TO ANYONE
- NO MEETINGS
- NO 900#'S
- NO LOTTERY OR GAMBLING
- NO STRINGS ATTACHED
- NO GIMMICKS
- NO WAY TO LOSE
- 100% LEGAL & ETHICAL
Gosh, aren't you excited about the iMac? I am.
Eh. Time to declare Vietnam and get out of here. Maybe I'll have something more scandalous to say after getting tanked. Good Lord, it's barely even 9, if I start drinking at this hour, I will ... get very drunk, hmmmm. Have to think about that one.
11:54 PM:
"So, where's your boyfriend?"
"Oh, he's down in the Mission with some friends tonight."
Flashback:
"It's not personal. I just don't want a boyfriend right now. It's got nothing to do with you."Damn damn damn damn damn damn damn.
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
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author is definitely
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