jack black is freaking married, dudes. i feel like, if anyone was going to have a kick-ass wedding of epic proportions (possibly including circus animals and fireworks), it would have to be jack black.
and while i possibly would not have married mr. black myself, i might have considered it. at the very least i’d definitely want him in my man-harem because he fucking rocks, he comes with kyle, and he’s hilarious.
in other news, fuck scientology. no really, fuck it. hard.
i am exhausted. like, consistently fucking wiped-out since last monday. i haven’t felt quite right since falling into the clutches of teh uber-plague. and i’m certain it’s all out of my system and everything but fuck, man…so very tired, so very unable to sleep, so constantly running on empty. it’s starting to devour my brainmeats, just a little bit.
especially at work, which is seriously starting to suck a rotted dick these days. and you know, i don’t typically enjoy bitching about work, especially cuz it just makes everything fester & such. a bit more fresh & irritating the longer you linger on it. but i mean, job #1 is going insane. there is no logic, no reason, nothing conducive to productivity at all. and even the newbies are beginning to be put off by this, fucking even they realize that: 1.) the bigwigs are changing shit up left and right 2.) nobody is telling us a damned thing about said changes 3.) we’re expected to do our jobs, their jobs & just intuitively fucking realize said changes 4.) this shit is fucked up. in summation: total and complete lack of communication.
