If I don't find a job by next week I have to start packing my stuff. I hate how this world is run by money. Money can't buy hapiness but the lack of it can make it an unobtainable goal.

Another rant because I have nothing better to do

So I just tried to re-establish my unemployment claim only to find out that the fucking Oregon unemployment office is closed today. It's the fucking 3rd not the 4th; the 3rd. I find it slightly ironic that the place in charge of unemployment benefits SHUTS THE FUCK DOWN ON A FRIDAY THAT HAS NO FUCKING SIGNIFICANCE. You are in charge of things that effect usually very frustrated, tired, and desperate people. It's the same with any government office I've dealt with; Everyone is a fucking moron and their job is to delay a neccesary mode of action for as long as their pea sized brain can handle. I'm so sick of people making up reasons not to work. I dealt with it at the last fucking job and maybe that's why I never quite fit in. Granted, my job wasn't hard BUT I WAS THEIR EVERY FUCKING SHIFT NO MATTER WHAT. Actually, I drove all fucking Thanksgiving night to be at work the next morning, little did I know I'd be fired five months later. I can't believe the bulemic southern bitch, the coke head who can't make it through a shift without getting drunk, and the "I'm going to take 6 months a year off because I have projects" hippie, ARE ALL STILL EMPLOYED. I took my job seriously and I was a good employee and I get shit canned because needle dick Frank Cherry needed to feel like a big manager. I can't find a job, I'm broke, and my rent is do in 2 fucking days. The world is not only unfair; it's also, for the most part unbearable, if you don't want to fuck people over. It's not like I'm a nice guy either, but I don't fuck people over and, because of that and other situations, it seems that I'm always the odd man out. At this point, it's almost hard to believe in Karma and even harder to believe in justice. I'm constantly surrounded by awful people who seem to keep things together. I don't want to be a fucking tick and it seems that no matter where I go, these fucking vermin are in excess. This falls into that "why don't you trust people?" catergory; the whole rant seems to me like a good reason to move into the woods with alot of guns. This would also explain why when I got fired I realized I had about 7 friends. Five of which know who they are because they have been my friends every step of the way. The other two seem to be a roaming two... people I considered friends stopped talking to me after I got fired. That shit hurts and it is just another level of mis-trust.

Remembering Kathy Griffin.... Burned as brightly as her mane.

Ok, so Kathy Griffin isn't really dead but she better watch out for the reaper. I swear to god, if I hear another fucking ironic hipster piece of shit talking about how much they love Michael Jackson I'm going to hit a stranger. (not them, passive aggressive like; I'll kick some dude in the balls a couple of hours later...) Do we have to mourn fucktard celebrities dying from their own stupidity (Heath Ledger) or because they chose to get more botox injections than a can of fallout shelter chili. Was Anna Nicole Smith's death a big deal? Hell fucking yes it was; she was a self inflicted burnout who a couple of times fifteen years ago she showed us that Guess jeans look better with a coked out model in them. Who will get Jackson's three fucked up children?! Deport them; didn't they live at his English estate. But the fucked up thing about all of this Michael Jackson and Billy Mays and whatever fucked up slug you can pull from has-been stew; I don't care who keels over. You know what? They lived like fucking kings; Jackson diddled kids for god's sakes and who knows how many mallwalker heart attacks Billy Mays is responsible. Not to sound heartless hear, but these two died having millions of dollars. Billy Mays made a living by taking whatever crap sales pitch job he could get. Great.... now we have a (another) bearded "where's the beef?" lady. I wonder if they will bury them in fucking Arlington since this is such a huge media event.
However, I do think it would be awesome if Billy Mays' grave had a motion sensitive speaker that just yelled at you.
Nobody threw a fit like this when SNK went under.