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Today, I was at work and I brought a big bag of croutons up from the basement. I saw it had a very small hole in it, but I didn't think anything of it. Well, when I went to dump them into a bucket I found out that a small rat had apparently made the whole, crawled inside, and died in a crouton-ey grave (which doesn't sound terrible for a rat, I bet he died very happy). So there I was just trying to get this last task done before I could go home and play guitar, when this dead rat dumps out of the bag of croutons looking all rigor mortis-ey and kinda smelling gross.

It was not an enjoyable moment to say the least.

snipelfritz wrote: Well, when I went to dump them into a bucket I found out that a small rat had apparently made the whole, crawled inside, and died in a crouton-ey grave (which doesn't sound terrible for a rat, I bet he died very happy).

Please, don't make assumptions on the rat's relative state of happiness at the time of his/her death.

Forget the rat corpse, did the croutons get stale or not?

Some people find the taste of petrified rat to be a delicacy.

Well, I can tell you one thing: I wasn't happy finding it.

Not fun, not fun at all. Very gross and quite startling. I'm afraid I might have PTSD now.

And no, the croutons were fine, none of the customers complained about their salads.

No, it did not smell very good at all. The whole thing immediately went in the trash and that went out to the dumpster.

snipelfritz wrote:Well, I can tell you one thing: I wasn't happy finding it.

No, that's never fun.

snipelfritz wrote:And no, the croutons were fine, none of the customers complained about their salads.

I hope you guys charged 'em extra for it. Like make it a special or something. It's not everyday you can get that kind of flavor into the croutons.

As an anti-post, I looked again and that test isn't until Thursday.
Yayyyy.

Achtane wrote:As an anti-post, I looked again and that test isn't until Thursday.
Yayyyy.

If you're anything like me, you're still not going to study for it.

Being in a band that practices at 10:30pm is going to wreck my sleep schedule.

snipelfritz wrote:

Achtane wrote:As an anti-post, I looked again and that test isn't until Thursday.
Yayyyy.

If you're anything like me, you're still not going to study for it.

Being in a band that practices at 10:30pm is going to wreck my sleep schedule.

You nailed it

On the plus side: being in a band!

Christ, I knew that MF was evil, I just didn't know HOW evil. It would appear that every single brand imaginable is excluded from their sales.

Work your way up from the mail room.

I'm sad there was only one season of Mission Hill.

I hate my ex. Badly. I don't care about her 99.9% of the time, but I have these intense moments where I kinda lose control for a split second and want to tell her to fuck off. In other times I'm just ignoring her, a few of you may remember that she was a big-time moron. Mostly I become aware of the hate moment, and I regain control, but I don't like that emotion being there. It's like I'm going berserk. Freaking me out kinda.

Also, every time BEFORE she sends a message, my heart starts hurting like it's being pierced by a drill. And then I get a message from her saying something like: "hug"or "how are you feeling?", which further pushes me into the hate mode, but I chill and ignore. Yesterday, my heart hurt so bad I almost collapsed, and it beat so heard, my shirt moved like there was a live animal underneath while I was standing still. What sorcery is this?
And then she sent me some sort of bitchy diss message. Like what? LIKE WHAT?!

This is pissing me of maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan :/
And I'm like, worried for my health.

I can't comprehend why people try to be all buddy-buddy with exes. If it's someone who carries a lot of emotional implications for you and you know nothing good will come of it, cutting all ties just seems like the healthiest thing to do even if its an amicable break up. Unless of course if you are in the same social circle or work or something. Nothing you can do about that.

Coffee and meds are giving me mad tremors right now.

I did cut all ties and I wanna keep it that way, but the mad sorcery part is driving me mad, what the hell?
Also, I'm feeling really sick right now :/

The worst translation of Beowulf evar + Consolation of Philosophy + Of Plymouth Plantation = strong desire to gouge my eyes out