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apocalypsos) wrote2003-07-24 02:25 am
apocalypsos) wrote2003-07-24 02:25 am
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Well, I overslept because my alarm didn't go off and raced out the door to work two hours late. Aaaaaaaaaaand then I got almost all the way there before I said, "What the hell am I doing?" What's the point in making such a big deal about making it to work now, with only two days left? Or even going at all?
So now I'm sitting at home, misbehaving and slacking off until D-Day of Friday. And since I'm such a responsible little bastard, especially when it comes to my job, my boss is, quite possibly, constantly keeping an eye on the front door and going, "Any minute now. She'll show up any minute now ..."
Yes, fear me, for I am Jennifer, cultivator of illusions. All tremble before me as I make you believe I am a good, decent young woman, all while I sit at home eating nachos and going, "Shyeah, right." Fear me, I tell you!
Ahem.
In any event, can I just say how much I love the world of 2:00 in the morning? It's like "The Stand," where everybody just up and sort of vanishes all at once. And instead of going to church to repent and die in the arms of the Lord, everybody went to the strip club to dish out twenties and pass out in the arms of Bubba the bouncer.
I also figured out that the best place to dump a body would probably be the Salvation Army at about three in the morning. They don't have security cameras (well, ours doesn't), no one could really be sure it was you dumping that black garbage bag, and hey, it's a battle to the death to see which smell gets picked up first, rotting flesh in the summer heat or those rancid shorts some skanky moron tossed into the bin without washing first.
Yes, the Salvation Army -- Step fourteen in committing the perfect murder!
So now I'm sitting at home, misbehaving and slacking off until D-Day of Friday. And since I'm such a responsible little bastard, especially when it comes to my job, my boss is, quite possibly, constantly keeping an eye on the front door and going, "Any minute now. She'll show up any minute now ..."
Yes, fear me, for I am Jennifer, cultivator of illusions. All tremble before me as I make you believe I am a good, decent young woman, all while I sit at home eating nachos and going, "Shyeah, right." Fear me, I tell you!
Ahem.
In any event, can I just say how much I love the world of 2:00 in the morning? It's like "The Stand," where everybody just up and sort of vanishes all at once. And instead of going to church to repent and die in the arms of the Lord, everybody went to the strip club to dish out twenties and pass out in the arms of Bubba the bouncer.
I also figured out that the best place to dump a body would probably be the Salvation Army at about three in the morning. They don't have security cameras (well, ours doesn't), no one could really be sure it was you dumping that black garbage bag, and hey, it's a battle to the death to see which smell gets picked up first, rotting flesh in the summer heat or those rancid shorts some skanky moron tossed into the bin without washing first.
Yes, the Salvation Army -- Step fourteen in committing the perfect murder!
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-- Your former supervisor, well, one of them.
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-- this is what I think about when waiting for the bus --
Do it on the 4th of July or some other event where there are a lot of fireworks and a lot of people. No one will care about a gun going off. Bang, throw away the gun, keep walking away.
On a completely unrelated note...why won't anyone go with me to see fireworks?
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Yes, the Salvation Army -- Step fourteen in committing the perfect murder!
Actually Dell Shannon did that in one of her mysteries. But don't worry TP, there's plenty of places to dump the bodies here in NOVA. Just ask SJ . . .
quitting?
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