I'll have something to actually blog about, but I'm afraid this probably isn't that day. I'm at work printing 5000 brochures and it's pretty boring work. Not much to do besides listen to the press go round and round spitting out brochure after brochure, hour after mindless hour. In the meantime I sit hunched over on this rather stiff, rubber backed, black stool determined to find something to keep my interest. So far it's been a struggle.
Approximately 10 peanut M&M's just lost their livelihood due to my incessant need for ruthless candy killing. Who knows why I do it, I just do. Perhaps those little blue, red and yellow motherfuckers deserved to die a short, crunchy, saliva covered death? Perhaps they didn't? I am in no position to judge their right to exist, nor am I in position to judge my own right to exist. I'll leave that up to some sort of higher power such as MacGyver or Shelly Long.
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