Josh's Journal

4:59pm: Hey so I rediscovered MSN messenger

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6:04pm: I am sad, our last pet rat died last night. We had 4 all-together, and the last one we got ended up being a Typhoid-Mary(IE carried a disease that ended up killing her sisters, yet was resistant to it herself). This one was all alone and was making obvious signs that she was lonely, so she looked to us as just big rats that fed her. She was very affectionate and friendly, and would do cute things like groom you as if you were one of her kin.

What was very sad about this one's passing was that most animals have a 6th sense for when they're about to die of natural causes. Some birds fly out to see specifically to die, dogs and cats tend to run off and find a secluded spot to spend their final moments, and even the other rats would try to hide in their houses or bury themselves in shavings right before. This one was lonely so whenever someone walked in the house, she'd bolt up like a dog and run to the corner of her cage and demand attention. I got home last night after work for a brief moment to grab something, I scratched her head and she tried to grab my finger and pull me in(was always adorable when she did that). I went out for a brief 40 min and when I came back, she was dead in her spot waiting for us, suffered a hemorrhage in her lungs and bled out.

This rat obviously did not want to die, she just wanted affection and scratches. Always sad to lose a pet, yet more depressing when it was an awesome pet.

( A small, adorable thing )

8:52pm:



Feliz Navidad Ya'll

9:17pm: I also saw this in Chinatown on Sunday, and my maturity allows me to laugh at it.

8:29pm: So I was walking around NYC today when we came across the Easter parade in front of St. Patricks, when my eyes spotted the one and only Blackwolf the Dragonmaster.

The self-proclaimed Unofficial Wizard of New York City

Too bad people were crowding around him and I couldn't get a good shot.

I managed to catch him later and got proof that it was me!

Twas a fine hog's hoof of an Easter indeed.

10:52pm:



For the lazy

12:39pm: I need more Wii friends!
5191 8919 0671 9556 <- Wii number

I need more Wii friends so I can send you racist Mii avatars.

4:20pm: update: Fen got over her sickness real fast. I then traded her and got sick again.

1:11am: Sat night, at a chili dog I had prepared 2 days prior. It tasted funky and made me question what I had just consumed. So 2 more of those later, I come down with a horrible case of food poisoning. Skin turned white, fever shot up, hugging toilet every 15 min all night, dehydration making me as weak as a kitten, it was bad. Spent all Sunday dozing in and out while watching documentaries on quilts, public access shows, and football. Been pretty bad still today, but I'm getting better.




...oh yeah it looks like I've managed to pass whatever the fuck crippled me to Fen and she is now following in my footsteps.

8:44pm:

I cleaned our place for 8 hours and now our apartment is habitable by humans. That delicious TV now illuminates our dwelling, and fortunately Fen did not kill me for getting it. I suggest everyone makes large spending purchases while under the influence of alcohol. 

2:08pm:

9:37am: http://www.somethingawful.com/index.php?a=4201

Michie, look at that in case you have not already :D

9:54pm:

I would just like to give a round of applause to our very own Molly for throwing a gem into /b

This is what came out :p

12:14pm: http://www.somethingawful.com/index.php?a=4194

9:56pm: http://www.wiggerl.com/ccr/index.htm

This is awesome to people who have never heard of him before, gold to those who know his superiority

*casts his vote*

2:54pm:

2:23am: I had 16 cheesesticks from Burger King today for lunch. My stomach and intestinal tracts have been protesting that decision ever since.

12:45am: http://transitfunding.ytmnd.com/

10:57am: MOLLY!

1:15am:



Someone sold this back to my store today. I told this man how awesome his tastes are and I quickly set it aside so that I may buy it with a following paycheck. He then gave me Trigun 1st and 2nd donuts for free because we couldn't buy them, and he had already burned them...so yay.
LOVE KNOWS NO BOUNDARIES AM I RIGHT?!

11:09pm: I worked at http://www.familyvalueslive.com/ in Hartford, CT on Sunday. It was the worst work day I've ever had...period.

No one who worked there wanted to be there. At Ozzfest, everyone BEGGED to go, I even got Fen on the payroll just so she could go with us. Ozzfest was awesome, but Family Values...OH NO NO NO, you HAVE to work it.

FVT was a punishment of sorts for everyone. I didn't think I would have to go to it, but I was told just 3 days beforehand that I was to show up in Hartford at 11am and stay until after 10pm.

It was a Sunday, it was rainy, it was muggy and hot. There were several accidents that day for some ungodly reason, something upwards in the 50s across Connecticut. That is fucking a lot considering how big the damn state is.

The lineup sucked copious amounts of balls, I can't stand Korn kids. The type of people who showed to this thing were blatantly stupid, they didn't even try to hide it, the beer they put down before 1 fucking pm was proof enough. I met some of the worst scum ever at that venue. One charming young lad wore a white shirt with the purposefull intent of getting as many different people's blood on it as he could...oh he succeeded alright! WOO LETS MOSH PIT TO PEOPLE PLAYING MUSIC THAT SOUNDS LIKE A DOG BARKING BUT WORSE RAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!

Rinse and repeat that shit all day. Band after band after crap band came and went. The day didn't get any better. From the lack of staff, to the stupidity of the crowds, to the amount of money the food and alcohol vendors drained our customers of cash, it was a failure of a day.

The only thing that made the day really, really, I mean REALLY horrible day, was a little Italian gnome named Vinny. If the name wasn't generic and stereotypical enough to make you gag, his personality would finish you off. This fucker was supposedly good friends with the owner of the company. He put him in charge of all tour operations, and we were stuck listening to this fruitcake yell, bitch, whine, and complain about everything we do or don't do(in his eyes). He went out of his way to yell and threaten. I think that because he is old, ugly, and very small, he feels he has to make up for it by verbally pushing people down to make himself feel bigger. Everytime one of us looked at him, he was lighting another stogie, I don't know where he got them all from. We were also privy to seeing him lean against a wall and stroke some jailbait, so he was a lech too.

Korn was the last band of the day, and they sucked as usual. No one here cares about Korn, majority of the crowd left the place before they hit intermission on their set. We were able to pack it up at that point, but even after we were already gathering money, putting away product, and taking down the tents, he still found ways to jump up and criticise us. So much anger and bitterness in this little gnome that he found ways to yell, swear, and threaten us about everything from the way/speed we were dissmantling the tents, the lack of enthusiasm from people who've been there all fucking day yelling on bullhorns about crap cds the crowd already knows about, and even the fact that we didn't sell every Korn cd(seriously, no one gives a fuck about them up here).

I got there at 11am, and I didn't get to leave the damn thing until 11:30pm. It is Monday night, almost midnight, and my feet STILL throb. I refuse to do another FVT ever again

Oh yeah, fuck Korn.

5:21pm:

9:08pm: I found this thing, will someone please collect it?

12:46am: That makes me both happy and sad :{

11:55pm: