#32 or "Conquer the world"

Oh where did the time go?
To hell, I'm pretty sure.
Somewhere in the past few months my brother got married.
It was lovely. Highly segregated but lovely.
Of course due to a big breasted high-maintenance priss on her rag, I was late to my own brother's wedding.
Sometimes, other people are just a liability.
I think my attorney agreed.
Later I drove through a tornado hydroplaning and got in a fight in the middle of a Black Panther party.
Good times.
But I'm happy for my brother.

Somewhere before all that, I got a real job.
By real job, I mean one I can't show up to drunk.
It's been a real doozy.
They've kept me around mainly because I halfway know something about computers.
Which is really only because I grew up with computers.
Ah, the advantages to being a child of the 90's.
Other than having some sleazebag staring at my chest all day, its pretty chill.

Oh, and by some grand mistake by fate, they've actually promoted me.
My own accounts and shit.
My employers' faith in my make me sincerely doubt their judgement.

#32 - When a nice boy asks you out, get too fucked up to even show up as your shit show self.