Mini-complaints, served hot

You know it's a bad day when you forget to reset your alarm and are almost late but aren't and then what you were almost late for began well after the appointed time anyway. Then it goes over and you are tired.

There's a guy who sits in front of me, and he needs to invest in a magical device called a belt. I don't want to see his hirsute lower backside (with crack!) all the time. Ew.

And my roommate, who has been not doing terribly much as of late, needs to take out the garbage. The stuff is 95% hers. I would, but it's the principle, ya know?

Client 9

Coworker 1: Did you hear about Spitzer and the prostitution ring?
Coworker 2: Yeah, is he a Republican?
1: No, he's a Democrat.
2: Darn!

Stop with the shootings

I'm not sure how national this story is, but it's freaky when violent crime hits close to home, literally. I only read about it on Yahoo when I skimmed a story about a similar shooting of a UNC student.

Through the magic of Facebook, I saw that the freaks known as Westboro Baptist Church were planning to protest at the memorial service. Looks like they didn't, but honestly, Jesus would probably not approve. Losers.