ye olde crapfest

my job is no fun. but there's talk of rewarding all of my hard work and dedication with some sort of mini-cruise or otherwise sunshiny paid vacational weekend type thing. that sounds nice. now we just wait and see if it's all a bunch of bullshit talk or what.

the movie thing went very well last night. six of us dressed in all black with shirt ninja masks and hoodies and stuff, some of us grabbed "weapons" aka "steel pipes," and we crept out from a hollowed out old concrete building to converge upon a very frightened j. barger powerbar, who managed to trip on the Giant Pile of Bricks, Glass, and Body Parts only once in about ten takes. i hope the movie looks cool, and i hope the hood of rudy's car isn't totally fuct. but i think it is. i was surprised the coppers never showed up, we looked HIGHLY suspicious, basically right in view of tons of traffic, on private property, dressed in black, with "weapons." it was pretty fun. i think i should try to "act" more often. ha.

alright, so this weekend, something is going to happen and it is going to shock all of you. well, some of you. anyone involved with the "special surprise," that is. i will never talk, so don't even bother asking me about it, you'll just have to find out for yourselves. but you'll like it, i swear. no hints, either.