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This whole working thing is kind of lame.

Just yesterday I was complaining that there was not enough mall traffic to constitute three people working. . . but now I am all alone and I swear to god I am so bored my face is melting.

The worst part about it isn't the boredom though. the worst part by far is most definitely the tunic I have to wear.

At first I was like. "Hells yes I'll where the uber soft cotton waffle weave shirt". . . but I am fast growing to hate it with the burning fiery passion of a thousand exploding suns. it's too big, it's too hot, and is not nearly as comfortable as originally anticipated. I am fairly certain that though I lack curly golden locks, the three bears are going to be demanding their shirt back any moment.

Basically I think it was pretty obvious that this post was more about quelling not only the voices of those who wont stop pestering me to update, but also the intense boredom that I am currently enduring.

I do however, have access to the beautiful wikipedia, where hours of boredom can be quelled by filling my brain with the most useless of inaccurate knowledge.

charmingly simple

Pearls before swine is a great comic. I highly enjoy it. . . and yet somehow it totally freaks me out.

Mostly because every once in a while, Rat steals ideas from inside of my brain. What scares me is that I am not entirely sure how he is getting in there.

Yet another addition to the family!

This may come as a surprise to most, but I have a confession to make.

I am a big fat softy. . .

Ok, so none of you are really all that surprised, but I still don't know how I got myself into this situation.

Actually I do. . . it was Wretched. . . Wretched is always the reason I get into situations like this.

Wretched had decided that she was going to get a cat. . . and had, in her infinite wisdom, decided that I would go along with her to get said cat. . . fine, but I was expecting the humane society. . . not some dirty, smelly waist-land house in the north west end.

So when I saw this little runty, sickly thing living in such squallier how was I supposed to just leave him there?
His name is Bowie. . . He blends in with my apartment. . . he is the most clingy creature I have ever met. . . And even though he is going to grow up to be a snobby soul eating monster one day, I just can't help but love him!Mostly he thinks I am pretty rad too, and has decided that aside from playing with the fish tank, and chasing invisible things around the floor, his favorite thing to do is chill on my lap while I watch cheesy crime drama.

what's in a name.

For mother's day this year, my brother and I decided that it was time to officially make our step mother one of the family. . . as if she wasn't already. . . But to do this we decided to add her last name to our already wide selection of names. . .

I now have 2 more names than john Jacob Jingle Hiemer Schmit. . . 3 if you count Jiggle Hiemer as a hyphenate like some do.

2 less names than Tikki Tikki Tembo Nosherembo Cherri berry Ruchti Pit Berry Pembo.

1 more than I had last week, and many more than I can imagine ever actually needing.

It is 48 characters long, not including spaces.

It takes me nearly 10 seconds to say in a manner that others can understand. . . 4 seconds if I say it as fast as I can.

And takes up 4 lines in a standard text message.

Curious to see if my name was getting too ridiculous for even my standards I did some research to find out who had the longest name in the world.

The longest name used by a person according to the book of world records, was 27 names long, which means that I have 20 names to go before I could compete. . . His parents thought they were funny and gave him a name for every letter in the alphabet. . . Adolph Blaine Charles David Earl Frederick Gerald Hubert Irvin John Kenneth Lloyd Martin Nero Oliver Paul Quincy Randolph Sherman Thomas Uncas Victor William Xerxes Yancy Zeus Wolfeschlegelsteinhausenberdorft Sr. . .

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I haven't posted in a while, and I don't really have anything to say anyways. . . but I thought that this artical was something that everyone could have a laugh at.