I’ve been gone. I don’t have a computer at the moment. Mine bit the bullet hard. I’m currently abusing my privileges at work to get you this message.

*If anyone wants to donate a laptop to me I’d give ‘em an asstap.

My work humor is the worst.

But seriously… 11 fucking bodies? Really? The heat really brings the old people and suicides… I tell you what. (That was supposed to be said in a hick accent but I’m not really sure how you’d write “I tell you what” in a hick accent.)

Also, fuck your work humor. 

The man on my table yesterday was a great guy, so says his obituary, friends, and family. He had to be I guess since he was 97 years old, I mean, shit, that’s a looooong freakin’ life. He was a serious Republican, devout Mormon, Senator of some two counties (I didn’t even know they had senators for counties), President and Chairperson for a whole crapload of committees and organizations and basically the complete opposite of everything I am. I wonder what he would think to have his complete opposite preparing him for his afterlife as a god.

I seriously hope that all the LDS that pass through my door (about 80% of my “clients”) don’t ever find out that I’m not one of them.

This is a huge deal. 

*I’m definitely tumbling this solely so you will all tell me how awesome I am for doing this thereby making me feel there is some god-fucking reason I’m doing this other than I made a promise I would on May 17, 2010 fourteen years ago… so go ahead and make me feel better about myself now… thanks.