Happy Thanksgiving Day everybody!
The mechanics left one of the doors open at werk last night, so if anything is missing, tough toe nails!
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abhoth- November 26th, 11:57
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- abhoth
- November 7th, 9:36
Has anyone noticed this...
The Nazi's embraced, and in fact demanded, absolute government control over all energy resources, major industries and financial institutions, such as banks. This is the Obama administration! Hitler had what Obama wants. In all fifty seven states.
- And it's...
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- abhoth
- October 12th, 17:58
...another Monday that feels like a Sunday.
What business keeps me coming back? The ones with the Asian babes!
- Howie Sez...
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- abhoth
- October 6th, 9:29
Howie, our Repo man, says the cops want us to get a new dog. a Rotty or a German Shepard...
- Rest easy, Big Guy.
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- abhoth
- October 5th, 11:48
Bruno was put to sleep this morning. He was'nt sick after all, but had been brought down by a stroke. Yes, dogs get strokes. Where a human can recover through physical therapy, with dogs there is no hope. Everybody here at work is a little heartbroken. He was 10 years old.
I've told this story before, and I'll tell it again now. I was walking Bruno one day only a few months ago, when he began pulling me into someones yard. It's kind of hard to keep an 85 pound Rotwieller under control sometimes, so I ended up in the yard as well.
There, laying next to a hedge, was an old woman. Semi-conscious, unable to rise or talk.
If Bruno had'nt pulled me into the yard, I never would've seen her.Bruno wanted to stay and sniff at her, I dragged him back to the street. With no cell phone, I had to flag someone down. I found a guy driving a RTDE (Rhode Island Department of the Elderly) van, and he called for an ambulance. Just as Bruno and I got back to the station, the ambulance wizzed by. The next day, I got Bruno a cheeseburger or something.
On our way back after finding the old woman, we passed a pile of junk people where throwing out. There was an old sleeping bag that I grabbed. I stuck it in the rear closet with a note to save it for the winter for Bruno to sleep on when in the garage during cold winter nights. Last night as I left work I layed it on him to keep him warm (it was a little chilly out) and patted his head, and told him "Rest easy, big guy.".
So ends the life of a dog that saved a human life.
- Death
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- abhoth
- October 4th, 11:00
Bruno, our Junk Yard Dog at the Gas Station, has some kind of serious medical problem. I'm trying not to use the word "dying", but that is what it looks like.
Mom's yard sale is going on today.
People are outside making monkey noises.
Everything about this weekend sucks. I found a fucking spider in one of my sneakers, but I'm starting to think it was a stress induced hallucination.
- Puddle sale.
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- abhoth
- October 3rd, 11:31
It's pouring rain. My mom's much anticipated yard sale is canceled. My parents are trapped in the house, yelling at each other. Not that they are angry with each other, they're just going deaf. Half of what they yell is "whut?" and "eh?".
I fear I am slowly going mad.
- Commitment.
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- abhoth
- September 27th, 9:50
Last night, as I pulled into the driveway. I made a commitment. Every morning, before going to facebook or anncoulter.com or uselessjunk or anything else, I'd get on live journal and spend a few minutes keeping in touch. I promise. It's a commitment.
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- abhoth
- September 20th, 8:36
My inner Neanderthal wants me to eat more salty food. Winter approaches. I have a double Wopper from Burger King I picked up last night and threw in the fridge. Breakfast!
Have not seen the new Star Trek yet. Don't give a shit.
- What if I murder people?
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- abhoth
- August 24th, 9:36
So the owners wife finally gets over some little insult from two fired cashiers, and...they lock down all the computers with access codes.
Nobody can get on the computers but the hotshots. These are the people who look at porn all the time. We're not being driven to work, work, WORK anymore. But, forget the computer. Only people with access codes. Which means managers, district managers. Owners...
One of the guys who can use the computers called me over one time.
I thought I was in trouble. Or up for a raise. Or I was going to be asked to relocate to another station. Vermont maybe.
He shows me a video of a black woman sucking a white man's cock. This guy flips if someone does'nt answer the phone right away, but wants me to look at a whore blowing some college kid.
Now I cannot look at Facebook. Because of this dewsh bag. And others like him. However...
One of the tow truck drivers and I have broken the code.
There were a few simple clues. After a day and a half, we got in.
Now we just have to be careful...very careful. Using the computer rarely and discreetly.
- FB vs LJ
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- abhoth
- August 15th, 21:46
I've been spending waaay too much time on facebook, having recently discovered it, and little time on Live Journal. This much change.
However;
I've learned you an join fan clubs on facebook and I've actually contacted one of my favourite authors! Kim Harrison, the author of the Hollows novels. I left her a cute little message and told her I was reading one of her latest books, "The Outlaw demon Wails", (which rocks), and told her I was loving it.
She wrote me back! That really made my night. She simply wrote that she was glad that i was enjoying it, but still...
- Viva Old Ones.
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- abhoth
- August 12th, 9:52
Attempts to repair the TV have proved partially successful. The sound is back, but with a humming noise in the background. Sort of like the Obama administration. Time for a new TV (time for a new fucking government), but I hate the idea of spending money on such an idiotic machine.
Speaking of idiots. "Bubble Head", one of the local druggies, threw a fit at the gas station last night. This is nothing new, but it was in front of a lot of other people. Bubble Head, (that's what his wife calls him) will suddenly start to shout about anything at any given time, if he's high on pills. Which is sometimes, not always. But the "sometimes" are spectacular.
The Red Sox; "CAN'T OTIZ GET HIS SHIT TOGETHER?!"
The weather; "IT'S FUCKING HOT OUT!"
The news; "FUCKING AY-RABS!"
Or whatever. Last night he wanted to cash a money order for forty dollars. This is in front of a young couple and some Russian guy. I told him we don't cash money orders.
Instant melt down, on the verge of tears, roaring.
Just looking up at the ceiling, arms stretched out. " WAAAAAAT!" Then again; "WAAAAAAT!"
"THE FUUUK?"
"Take it to a bank."
"THE FUUUK? WHAT IS THE PROBLEM?"
"Take it to a bank."
"I THOUGHT YOU WERE A FRIEND!"
"Take it to a bank."
"I CAN'T GO TO A FUCKING BAAAANK!" (yeah, cuz he'll get arrested as soon as he walks in...)
"FUUUK!"
"Take it to a bank."
Meanwhile the old Russian is heading for the door. The young couple are wide eyed. I'll give the boy credit, he got between Bubble Head and his girl. But then they kind of froze. Bubble Head realized he was losing it and split fast. Got back on his bike and took off.
Someday he's gonna get killed on that bike. You watch.
Anyway, the TV working again. Fucking thing.
