Keep Up The Bad Work!

Today I was working my shift at the reception desk at one of our community hospitals. No, I don't do it for money, but rather volunteer hours. So basically, I was kicking serious ass at this job, answering phone calls and questions like a boss. I was feeling like the king of the world, simply because it was my third attempt at the job and I felt like I was the god of receptionism (is that even a word?). However, life is a bitch, and always seems to creep up on me to ruin the great day I was having. Out of nowhere, this nasty ass man, smelling of ass, comes up to the reception desk, and says,"Keep up the bad work!" I stood there in wonder, as I couldn't believe my motivation just got kicked off its' horse by a fucking hobo. Thanks for ruining my day.

Paint-falled

Today, I was walkin' back from a friends house after playing 5 hours of utter kickass cod, when out of nowhere comes a blue ball of liquid pain and splats right on the road in front of me. My initial reaction was to turn around and find the little fucker, but I realized that getting hit in the face by paintballs is extremely painful. I took plan B and ran. Yes, don't rub it in my face that I'm a pussy. Within 3 seconds of this, I felt a searing pain in my back, like somebody 5-starred me with a fucking knife strapped to their palm. I faceplanted right into the gravel. I was then surrounded by little 12 year olds with paintball guns and got the shit shot out me. I came home that day, covered in paint, officially paint-falled. I spent the rest of that day scheming something devious to get back at the little bastards.

Yo

Hi. I like trains. This is my blog. I'm probably gonna post all my fails, mishaps, and random shit that happens to me on here, just cause I feel like it. If you got a problem, get tossed.