So I’m at work right now. Yep working away…
No, not really.
Have you ever had a courier come to your work? We get them ALL THE TIME…. It’s not so cool. The novelty of people sending packages and shit, it wears away. I’m sure you could imagine that it would after the 1,346th customer has called to complain that the lettering “Isn’t bold enough”.
WTF? Isn’t bold enough, you get two options lady; bold or not bold. You want it bigger, chose a bigger font type. Bold is on or off. You’ve used a word program I’m sure so why is this concept so fucking alien to you? So yeah what ever, send it back and I’ll increase the font because it’s the closest thing to what you’re asking for but even you don’t know what you want. Yes send us your courier well fix it up and you can send your courier again. Congratulations lady you just cost your company about 35 dollars in couriers charges cause it wasn’t bold enough. Smooth lady, Ex-lax smooth.
Next topic please!
So I’m looking after 3 kittens right now, they were about 4 weeks old when they arrived at my house and they will be going back to the shelter in a few weeks but they’ve already about doubled in size since I got them and they all have very distinct personalities. Very distinct.
Kitten 1, the shelter has named him Mikey, but I call him gimpy because my dog stepped on him within an hour of getting them home and he walked with a hop for a few days. He’s white with some tan spots on him and he’s fucking evil to the core. If Satan had a cat form, gimpy would be it. He hunts my dog; this fluffy white blue eyed demon is the bain of my puppy’s existence.
Kitten 2, the shelter has named chuck, and aptly so. It’s a plain name for a pretty plain kitten. Chuck is the stereo type kitten, he purrs when you pet him, chases his own tail, climbs things and eats kitten food. Pretty run of the mill. There’s nothing really unique about him, he’s not a leader among his brothers, he’s a follower, come to think of it he’s more of a sheep then a cat. However he is the only one that is friends with my puppy.
Kitten 3, the shelter has named Dilton. Yeah, Dilton. WTF? Dilton? Oh wait he’s an orange kitten so its okay. Actually I often find my self puttering around my house calling for his name cause its kind of fun to say, especially when a orange kitten comes thundering down the hall way because he’s so fucking happy to hang out with you. This is mostly because he’s 100% skitzo. He will be sleeping and he’ll twitch the tiniest bit and then he’s awake and killing something that we cant see. This kitten is going to have imaginary friends for sure!
Oh I forgot to mention their litter box trick. Litter boxes apparently have multiple purposes, one is obviously for “doing business in” and the other is to knock as much litter on to the floor roll in it, run around the house and come back and play in the litter some more.
Oh yes. What Fun.
-Tangent
