Sigh.

I just performed a random round of blog searches here at blogstream.com. Makes me a feel a little bit better.

I'll start tomorrow off with two FULL cans of Jones Energy Soda. After that I usually have no choice but to be happy.

Depeche Mode - Some Great Reward - People Are People

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Just when I think I can really kick drinking, life gives me another reason not to stop. This is not to say that I am drinking, I'm just getting more reasons.

Of course in my one perfect job since I was seventeen, there's one manager who is never around to see me succeed, but is always there when there's a problem involving me. And he's the draconic type who has to hold it back in my place of work because summary firings are verboten. I know he's the type who's creating a paper trail so that he can fire me at my next review, in June. By then I will be all trained for another job, hopefully one that will involve more travel and more pay.

I don't even wish this guy HARM, I just want him to go away. To another store, or even to another department, just somewhere else. Or maybe he discovers LSD and mellows out, I don't know, just something. HE IS THE ONLY ONE IN THE STORE WHO COULD CONCEIVABLY DISLIKE ME, AND THE ONLY ONE WHO COULD CONCEIVABLY FIRE ME ON SHORT NOTICE.

In the meantime, I'm playing violent videogames, because it beats drinking until I can't stand.

And the last remnant of hope I've ever had, clinging desperately to life whispers, "Maybe tomorrow will be better."

"And the both of us knew, how the ending always IS..."

The Cure - Disintegration - Disintegration

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Okay, here's how it started.

I was cleaning out the lock-up storage for the jewelry at my place of work. In addition to having to put everything in numerical order, I have to deal with the dust of the ages.

I pretty much had the whole place done, when I found this tiny little box with the word "SPODE" on the side. One of my supervisors was there, and the conversation took an instant nose-dive.

"Dude. You spoded."
"Hey, come on over to my place and we'll get the spode on."
"My computer spoded on me."
"SPODE!"
"iSpode."
"I ate a big bowl of Spode."
"My girlfriend gave me Spode."
"The refrigerator is full of Spode!"
"I'm going to go have a Spode sandwich."
"Dude, you're full of Spode."
"No dude, YOU'RE full of Spode."
"Liquid Spode."
"What do you Spode it is?"
"Spode."
"Spode."
"Dude, like, spode."
"Totally spode, compadre."
"I think we need to get back to work."

And in closing, I would like to say one word.

You know what it is.

SPODE!!!

Endanger - Addicted To The Masses - Give Me A Reason

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Ah yes folks. It is time to return to the retail stores to watch everyone return everything they received over X-Mas. I am so fortunate to have a 4-9 PM (PST) shift.

But enough of my impending fate.

Happy Holidays everyone!

PS: I love my cryptic blog title. It means that Commercialism has stolen the tradition of X-Mas away from the Christians - who have also stolen this time of year from the Pagans. At about this time of year two thousand years ago, there was a winter festival called Saturnalia, where the folk of around Rome worshipped and celebrated Saturn - the Roman god of Agriculture.

mind.in.a.box - Dreamweb - Escape

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Oy people! I do not know if I'll get to blogging or chatting between now and the big day.

So I wish people to have a happy appropriate holiday, regardless of belief. Whether that belief be Christianity, or that little club that runs around neighborhoods and nails Communist literature to my front door. Enjoy yourselves.

And darn it, I've put food in the title and I'm hungry again.

Apoptygma Berzerk - APBL98 Tour - Love Never Dies

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