meximick's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Socialism and My Termination mental note: America. You're so fine you blow my mind. America. Had an interesting conversation with a girl who works here. Who knew a budding angry social activist dwelled within the confines of a heartless corporation? I'll shortly have her hurling rocks at WTO protests. On a similar note: "State of Emergency". It's the violentest game I've ever played. Seriously. The first stage is running though a crowded mall and destroying it with rockets, granades, and AK-47s. Blowing up corporate police who are after you. It's fucking ridiculous. My retarded roommate kicked in our front door last Saturday, as 1) he was SuperDrunk, and 2) he lost his keys, and 3) I was incredibly asleep in my room, lost in my own drunken sleep and never heard a peep. He'd slept in our hall a few hours too, which is really funny. So unless I quickly learn how to install a door, we have security issues until Saturday. Fucker! It appears that I will be delegated with more responsibility in the month preceeding my being laid off at the end of March. Presentations, training sessions, and trips to other offices. My natural response of "Fuck that shit!" sounds a lot like, "Sounds like a great opportunity!" luvyou, m 3:35 p.m. - 2002-02-28 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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