Dreaming of Dancing Burritos

This here in eTelecare’s Matrix Lab. You should picture me typing away right now, pressing on backspace every five goddamn keystrokes because of any of the following reasons:

• new keyboard
• cold laboratory (brrr)
• stupid fingers
• scared the crap out of waiting for my turn for the mock call (not really scared. But I really want to use the word "crap" and I figured that "scared" goes well with it) assessment.

I bring my PSP everyday to work (well, training. But I get paid so what the f***ing heck), and it’s been making the rounds recently. It’s alright; the people who play my PSP are human equivalents for RO’s bots. I get home, discover a hefty amount of G (damn, I wish it were the E), and use it for modifying characters in Tekken Dark Resurrection.

Everybody is HAPPY WAPPY [insert the HAPPY WAPPY logo here]. Oh right, I’ve yet to scan the logo here as well as other of my recent scribbles.

I feel so DRUGGED. I’m sapped out of life force. You get that with waiting for the

• dentist
• surgeon
• your turn for the one-on-one exam
• !@#$% (can’t resist, sorry)

And I twiddle my thumbs. Oh, am I allowed to start a sentence with "And?" No? Shit, forget it.

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