Group A Streptococci...

has anyone outr there ever seen strep? it's really pretty gross...



notice the white, mucusie pustules all over the place!!! yeesh. real disgusting...


and you should see the book i got this out of... it's my EMT book and there is tons of gross stuff in it...






wait...





hold on a sec...





EMT book...







oh yeah, that's right, i didn't get this particular one out of EMT Basic... nope...












i got it out of my own damn throat!

my mucus-filled, pustule-ridden, phlegm-dripping, pain-swollen, draft-dodging hippy-ass thoat!



and geez, the pain! gosh, i've never felt anything like this before! i can't even swallow! and when i do, you can tell, 'cuz i have to sit down first for fear of passing out due to the severe body pain surges it produces.

and here's the best part...

i called in sick from work yesterday at about 5 am (i couldn't sleep a wink because of the shear torment) and i got 'docked' 5 points! for those of you who are not familiar with the Home Despot point system, you get 10 points a year to 'burn,' and as soon as all ten are burned, you get canned.

since it wasn't 24 hours a head of time that i called in (think about that for a second... 24 hours? sorry i'm not a clairvoyant) and because it was a holiday weekend (Memorial Day) half of those points just flew out the window.

suffice it to say, for fear of the aforementioned canning, i went to work today, and worked the crappiest shift ever invented: 11-8. just an early enough start to not be able to do anything in the morning, and just a late enough end to do the same on the other side. yeah! thanks Home Despot! you are soooo understanding!














jackass.

Ahh...

i just got back from a backpacking trip down to mount harvard in the collegiate peaks area...





besides having a fantastic time eating spam, granola, and ramen, all this trip did was confirm my belief that humanity was not intended to sit in a cubicle, spend 2 hours in traffic daily, consume without ceilings, pay to exercise, wear exorbitantly expensive non-functional clothing, live in cookie-cutter houses, and worst and saddest of all...




look forward to the nepenthe of sleep more than the enjoyment of the awake life.








hey popular culture, guess what? - fuck you... and your little dog Toto too.

Yeah...

everybody but me love Raymond...


i don't even like him.





and if you see him, you can tell him i said so.