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for some reason in my dreams lately there is a back story, like info i knew before the fact.
i was visited by two very tall "government" officials. and i mean TALL. they wore beige trench coats and beige hats and carried brief cases. their faces were blacked out by shadows. i was told to stop what i was doing or they will come for me. me being me i brushed it off.
i was in my room looking at a picture i had drawn, it was an odd picture. it was my style but not my style. very basic. there was a girl and i was standing behind her and death was behind me. but there was a larger version of me standing behind death and what i remember most was how my eyes were drawn. it made me look demonic in a way. i had my headphones on and i was listening to music trying to figure out if i wanted to scan it and put it into deviant art or not. part of the picture was done half assed and i was trying to figure out why. i look up from the picture and the two tall figures are standing in my door way and i shout HOLY SHIT! the one to my right tosses a ball that bounces off the carpet and hits me in the chest knocking me out. he said something as he tossed the ball but i forget what it was. it was a smart ass comment like 'told you so' or something. right when i was knocked out i woke up.
i felt the ball hit me in the chest and knock me out. thats one of the weird things.

granddad died a year ago today.

so fucking true

hi, im shaun and im a blockbuster employee. i worked there ten years ago and now im back again. im over worked and under paid. my manager is pretty cool though, on the plus side. you would think that things have changed since the days of VHS, but it hasnt. we bust our ass, so you can break our balls when you come in. people have this strange facination with renting. they have to rent. THEY HAVE TO. and when they do, their brain doesnt work. not only do i get shit from upper management, but from the people who shop there who constantly have attitude. they dont want to be there as much as we do so there is double animosity when these brain dead lemmings come to the counter. i repeat myself EVERYDAY. i know the policy so fucking well because i have to tell just about every tardmonkey that comes through the door. i dont have the time to get into the whole member owned video, i cant seem to EVER return my fucking video on time rant.

we had some moron come in yesterday and talk about getting a lawyer over seventeen dollars. and he made a scene over policy. seriously.

i cannot stress the absolute stupidity of customers at blockbuster. seriously. its like theres a pheromone corporate releases into the vents each day to make people just as fucking stupid as them. (my DM wanted our store to "scatter" giftcards all over the counter, creating a fucking mess. customers ask: "lemme guess, kids?" nope. district fucking manager.) this vid, some one who is now my hero, got a dipshit on camera for not having his card or ID (which happens 98% of the time). and the kicker? EVERYONE thinks we can look up by phone number. as far as i know, not in the last ten years. oh, they always, ALWAYS have their hollywood video card. go figure.



and when they get mad, they think they know EVERYTHING. guess what? YOU DONT. go fuck yourself. assclown.

in closing i just want to say: congratulate yourself for failing at life so bad you need to take it out on me. boo hoo the movie you want to watch isnt in. cry me a river because you dont have enough responsibility to take FIVE FUCKING DAYS to watch a movie and return it on time, so you keep it for a month and think its ok to return it. im sorry youre too cheap to rent a $1.99 movie, or actually pay for anything for that matter. im sorry you NEVER have your ID with you, tell it to the cops when they pull you over. give yourself a pat on the back, buy a gun, put it in your mouth, and pull the fucking trigger. do me the favour so i dont do it to myself because of your shenanigans.
thank you and good night.

oh and merry fucking christmas. i asked santa for a heart attack. if that wasnt possible i asked him to bring me the end of the world.
i think all i got was jeans...