June 3rd, 2003

Angel (John)

Brain matter is so much goo

I feel like my brain has slapped with lunch meat and thrown into a wolverine pit. I do not think running on as little as 6 hours sleep in a 72 hour period is a good thing. Makes the little evil thoughts manifest themselves easier. Especially at work.
Why in the FUCK are stupid people are allowed to breed!! I'm mean shit, all I ask these morons 'what are your symptoms at this current time', emphasis on CURRENT! They try and tell me about the mole they had on thier ass in 1982. Current! Current! Current! Yes..I now I sound like a little brat, but after listening to this crap for 5 hours and knowing it's going to continue for the next 3....you get a little irritable and pissed.
But I did have fun...I took extreme pleasure telling a bitch I wouldn't page her doctor for her. She kept on and on about how the doctor said she could call for her Rx after hours. While the guy has instructions saying to NEVER take messages for this...they have to call back in the morning. The bitch kept screaming at me and cussing me...so I just repeated 'several' times...I'm not paging the doctor. hehe. Her final words of infinite wisdom...'Kiss my ass!' Some days...I really do like my job. That was almost as fun when I used to card assholes for cigs or beer when I worked the convenience store.

Okay end of rant on uselessness or idiots.
Angel (John)


After much deliberation, the other day I began my 2 John's fic...I'm still unsure about it. But the sucker won't leave me alone. I knew how it begin, but not how to begin it. Who was going to speak first. Then I thought 'Rygel', don't ask me why...it just seemed right that he would be the first.

'I don't know how they cannot see what is going on...Frelling body breeders, going at it for arns. I would never have thought it could become worse...until after we left Dam-Ba-Da. Apparently Humans are no different than any other species I have been met in my years as a Dominar in that respect. I would think a vicory Feast would be more appropriate...but a victory Frell is just as well...hehe. I will be happy when we reach Moya. That little gray trelk had better of left my property alone. Ahhhh...six more arns and I can enjoy the peace and privacy of my own quarters. No more sharing space with that lunatic Banik, no more having to listen to that incessant screaming and thumping coming through the walls.'
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