Gloryfades.org

Well, I have figured out how to change my smilies :X Okay, that’s enough … Anyway, it’s really high time I dusted off this poor thing. I’ve neglected it for too long, and I really do love the dear thing, so I don’t see why I should let it stagnate. I don’t even count stats, anymore! When I first started this little foray into web design I would obsessively check my web stats, hoping there’d be someone new linking me (which I still really love to see :D)

Anyway, this is going to take me at least a few days (maybe more if it gets complicated :headwall:) so do bare with me, mkay?

While I figure out themes Which isn’t going to take me long cause I finally upgraded Wordpress from 1.2 to 1.5.1.2billion fifty five. Or whatever. So the collective is just a blog for the time being, but that’s alrighty. I had to in order to set up the plugin that Moll kindly suggested to me in the previous post after I had to delete all the spam I got from those bullshit trolls. I know they are software programs but I was just sooooo tired last night that I needed to rant.

Today was day two of my training at my new job! I had to call in sick at McDonalds in order to go to this bloody thing, a decision I hate making, but do anyway. Some people don’t give two shits about calling in sick whenever they please, but I positively loathe and detest the business. I know any Tom, Dick or Harry will pick up my shift like a ravenous dog, since it’s money and there’s never enough shifts to go around during the summertime, but I still don’t like inconveniencing them because these people have become my friends and I know how much it sucks when some asshole calls in for his shift. Besides, I just want to be reliable. I know it’s not something I do every week, but if I can do it less often than that’s even better!

Anyway, so my new job. I am now a certified telemarketer. Well, I will be on Saturday when I actually begin working on the phones. I’ll be selling pre-approved credit cards from Bank of America to actual Americans. I’m kinda excited I know, I’m a total loser for actually being excited, but after four years at the Golden Arches, I really do need something different, and this is pretty different! Well, not that different. I’m still selling something to them from a headset, it’s just they didn’t come to me, I came to them. So I’m prepared to take the abuse when it comes cause it’s not the first time it’s happened. Hell, most of these people won’t be drunk, so that’s a bonus, to be honest! Suffice it to say, I think I’ll be able to handle it.

You! Yes, you, you piece of shit asshole who keeps spamming my comment box like you think someone is actually going to buy your bullshit product through my fucking website.

I have words for you. And they aren’t nice ones. I understand you want to make your fucking $0.10 a hit pay cheque or whatever the shit you get for hammering away at my post button, but I’m going to ask you to stop. And I’m going to turn on the little thing that lets me screen comments cause you fuckers keep coming and trying to sell my visitors FLESHLIGHTS and Cialis and Valium and every fucking drug under the sun, under the guise of some bullshit inspirational quote that no one reads, cares about or understands. If you don’t get it, I’ll spell it out for you in plain English, provided you understand the language (you never know, it’s the WORLD WIDE WEB, after all!)

Take me off your “mailing list”. I am now on the DO NOT SPAM list. You cannot spam this blog anymore. Not that anyone will read your inane bullshit anyway (because they certainly don’t read mine!), so it’s really only you wasting your god damn time by doing this stupid thing and it wastes my time because I have to delete all your shit, which I hate doing.

So in conclusion, go die in a fiery pit of brimstone and leave me the shit alone. I don’t need to come home after ten hours of work to find fifty billion messages in my comment box about how every fucking guy in the world will love to have a vagina that both lights up and doesn’t talk smack to them.

Fuck you all and goodnight.

I had to reset my password through MySQL cause I deleted my cache and it fucked with this stupid blog. Honestly, I don’t know why on earth I play around with this bloody thing! In any event, it’s fixed now, thank God!

I have an interview tomorrow for a telemarketing agency. It’ll be ten million times better than McDonald’s and if the hours are right, I can probably keep both jobs! Even more money in the can for me Yay!

And that’s my story. I hope you all enjoyed it. Go watch some Bullshit!

Okay, no I didn’t. A little line from my favourite Bluth boy, George Oscar (aka GOB :)) Today has been … ugh. I got into shit from my parents because I took the car to Toronto without asking. My mother thinks I’m an incompetent driver and she refuses to give me permission to drive there. I took matters into my own hands because I needed to get stuff from Arne. Essays and exams, that is. It’s a good thing that I did because he ended up raising my grade from a B to a B+! Woohoo! That’ll raise up the GPA a little more too, I dare say. Or rather, hope.

My locker was cut, as well :/ That means that my backpack and my spare St. Mary’s Drama shirt is GONE :( So upsetting. I’m more upset about the lock though. I’ve had that thing since grade nine! I suppose I won’t need it, though. I never really used my locker anyway, aside from storing stuff. And that all got taken away cause I didn’t go pick it up in time. Ah well, I guess there’s a place to go pick that stuff up, but I needed to get home before I got into more shit. As it is, they’re probably not going to let me drive for awhile Fuck man, I hate that.

So what else … hmm, oh. Leah! If you are reading this go phone your bloody grandma! She thinks you’re dead or something. I don’t give a shit if it’s unpleasant, just go phone her! I mean, she’s calling me for shit’s sake! Do something about that, will ya?! Yeesh!

Anyways, must toddle off. I’m craving pad thai and I have some leftovers in my fridge Yummy!