Because the Power of the Curly Fry Compels You!

Damn, I was really bad.

I went to get a salad for my dinner.

and there it was.

A MOST EVIL CURLY FRY STARING AT ME.

there was sirloin steak sandwhich learing at me next to it.

I was able to resist the steak (though a cheeseburger did snag onto my brain in a deathgrip)…

but i was not able to resist the power of the curly fry!!!!

Oh sweet divinity, how delicious were those fries? I cannot express.

but my stomach can.

for it is puffy, and hanging over my pants.

I HAVE A MUFFINTOP!

ahahahah.

I LOVE THAT WORD.

even if it does mean something horrible.

Suck it in! Suck it in!

suck it.

suck it.

suck it.

I have to pee.

RELEASE THE ICED TEA RIVAAAAAH.

As you can see, I’ve really lost my mind. I really have.

I’ve been in database country, happily removing periods and abbreviating Suite… to Ste.

yes, that is what you do here at the airport.

You do brainless mind killing tasks until you imagine curly fries with zombie hypno eyes making you BUY THEM and EAT THEM and LOOOOOVE THEEEEEM.

YESSSSSS.

and then, i made my boss REALLY think i was weird.

see i was trying to print out a label.

it had a lot of words, so i made the words small.

i was only supposed to print one.

BUT IT PRINTED AN ENTIRE PAGE.

and this ENTIRE PAGE of SMALL PRINT in LITTLE ROWS with YELLOW LABEL DIVIDERS made my SKIN CRAWL and my EYEBALLS ITCH and it made me WANT TO SCREAM AND THROW THE PAPER.

It’s like that thing I mentioned once, about circles within circles and rows of small things… it makes me crazy?

yeah, this made me crazy.

I picked up the labels from the printer and almost screamed in horror. I quickly put the page down and held it away from my body.

I closed my eyes to remove the one label that I needed.

i VOLUNTEERED this infor mation to my boss, who looked at me like I was nuts.

WHY DID I HAVE TO TELL HER?!

i don’t know why.

i promptly shredded this paper, all the while shivering and shuddering at the mere thought of all of those LITTLE LINES OF LABELS. ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

*itch*

now, seriously. i’m not kidding, i have to be insane.

i just have to be.

no wonder the boys don’t like me.

ha ha ha!

god, guess how many hours of work i have left?

well, it’s a little after 3:30….

at least 7.

yeah.

SEVEN

oh god, it’s like i’m at the beginning of a day instead of the end of a day. it’s a never ending day of doom.

how will i make it home?

i didn’t get to the bank while i was out.

so i have to do THAT after work.

yeah, going to an atm at midnight isn’t smart, but i’ll go to a drive thru one and i’ll be FAST.

and if they rob my stupid ass, it’ll serve me right.

I’ve done it before, but it’s never wise.

all i know is if i don’t pay the damn babysitter she’ll shit a brick and then throw it at me.

EW.

not fun.

at all.

argh.

i wanna go home.

*pout*

my bell is all distended and fat.

stupid CURLY FRY DEVIIIIIIL.

hates it. we does.

my preccccioussssss.

fine.

i’m going to go pee now.

MEH!