And here I’m trying to streamline my social media presence. :/
I haven’t tweeted since Armistice Day.
Before that, it was mostly just hateful bile regarding stupid crap people said in class, reductions of modern life to a monkey-typewriter scenario, and use of the word “gravitas” in poop/fart jokes.
I presently no longer have a Twitter account. I may create one again, and keep in clean should I have the professional need.
I’ve broken it down into these primary genres:
Drinkin’ Songs (Not to be confused with bartender/old-man-at-a-bar giving advice songs)
Bartender/Old-man-at-a-bar giving advice songs
Drivin’ Songs (See also: highway songs, trains. Not to be mixed with drinkin’ songs.)
Hurtin’, Cheatin’ Songs (I lost everything, I hate everything, and/or, somebody done somebody wrong songs.)
Secret Jesus (where you don’t know it’s about Jesus till the last verse)
Songs about other country songs, usually Hank Williams
And lastly, songs about how proud you are to be an exceptionally backwards, willfully ignorant redneck who wants to put a boot in someone’s ass (or, why country music has sucked since 9/11)
Management has neglected to call the new employees now for a week to tell us when we’re supposed to come back in for training tomorrow (was originally supposed to be today?). I called yesterday and today, and they didn’t know anything about it. No calls back.
They’re going to be tired of me before I even start working. :/
But he doesn’t live in this country anymore.
The Daleks’ voices make me not want to watch the rest of any episode where they show up. Same for the cybermen. Exterminate? Delete? Honestly, what type of creature just repeatedly says whatever it’s about to do, whilst trying to explain to me that it is not, in fact, a robot?
I’m going to tweet about this.
Word is, during college, he wore tevas and raggedy shorts to a job interview at Radio Shack because his bro friend got him the interview so he thought he already had the job.