(no subject)
Dec. 11th, 2007 02:44 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
fucktoiletseats.livejournal.com posting in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
indesolutionYou know, after the shit I went through when I became a grim reaper, being told that you were just a character on television and never really existed in the first place... well, it really wasn't all that fucking surprising. At least, it wasn't for me.
(But I never really existed in the first place if you wanna look at it that way.)
The more annoying part is that I'm pretty much out of a job, unless somebody here has post-it duty, which I doubt, because even then, who would even give the lists to the guy on post-it duty? There's no Jiffy Reap here in Babylon, am I right? Hell, I'm pretty sure there aren't even gravelings here, since I have yet to see somebody get crushed by a piano. No gravelings means no deaths, which means no souls to take, which means no post-its, which means I'm gonna be fucking bored.
(Would they even use post-its here? I bet Google would run their Jiffy Reap via e-mail. Hey, that would give me a bigger excuse to use Excel, and maybe Rube wouldn't be an ass about it. I mean, if Rube were here, he wouldn't be an ass about it. I kinda like this idea. Why is there no fucking reaping here?
Wait, that's right, all of that shit was imaginary. Jesus Christ.)
The food here tastes like ass. I'm not even kidding. My kingdom for the Der fucking Waffle Haus.
(But I never really existed in the first place if you wanna look at it that way.)
The more annoying part is that I'm pretty much out of a job, unless somebody here has post-it duty, which I doubt, because even then, who would even give the lists to the guy on post-it duty? There's no Jiffy Reap here in Babylon, am I right? Hell, I'm pretty sure there aren't even gravelings here, since I have yet to see somebody get crushed by a piano. No gravelings means no deaths, which means no souls to take, which means no post-its, which means I'm gonna be fucking bored.
(Would they even use post-its here? I bet Google would run their Jiffy Reap via e-mail. Hey, that would give me a bigger excuse to use Excel, and maybe Rube wouldn't be an ass about it. I mean, if Rube were here, he wouldn't be an ass about it. I kinda like this idea. Why is there no fucking reaping here?
Wait, that's right, all of that shit was imaginary. Jesus Christ.)
The food here tastes like ass. I'm not even kidding. My kingdom for the Der fucking Waffle Haus.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
Date: 2007-12-12 03:50 am (UTC)Jesus fucking Christ, actually. I feel the same. And wait until the trio of annoyances appears, you'll just love them.
no subject
Date: 2007-12-12 03:51 am (UTC)Trio of annoyances? Should I even ask?
no subject
Date: 2007-12-12 03:54 am (UTC)Don't worry, they'll crop up somewhere, whether you want them to or not. You'll meet two of them tomorrow. They'll probably fight like little girls and I'll throw them out.
And then there's the fucking anime kids.
no subject
Date: 2007-12-12 03:55 am (UTC)What the fuck is an anime?
no subject
Date: 2007-12-12 03:57 am (UTC)You might like them, actually.
no subject
Date: 2007-12-12 03:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-12-12 03:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-12-12 04:03 am (UTC)