End of the Work Day

As it is almost the end of my day at work, I now need to decide what I am going to do tonight. The options are limited as the cash flow is low right now. Damn unexpected bills. I would like to go out and enjoy a few coldies tonight but alas, I think I will not be able to. I also would like to get some groceries, I have been out of milk and Coke for a few days. I think I will have to find some cash to get the necessities. Maybe I will get some tequila and margarita mix and sit at home and play some need for speed. Drunk driving is not quite the same when you are sitting infront of the 47IN TV. More then likely impossible to get a DUI, although if it is possible, I am sure that I could do it. As the day has proceded I have grown ever so more aggitated with the shit stains that sit within 30 feet of me. "what is with the donuts?" was the scratching your fingers along a chalkboard voiced question that came from the admin in the department that I am on loan to. ( The queasy realization that loan is on it's way to permanent ) The donut thing is all about the fuck tards having a list that one of them is going to bring them all lard encrusted pieces of dough. Well king dickwad was off last Friday and his name was on the list, it is Wednesday and they are still barking about how good it would be to have a doughnut, God damn shut the fuck up about it. I am about to go get some prozac fritters to bring in and you can all eat them till you fall into a Terri Schiavo like coma and never open your mouths again except to get a feeding tube inserted, or hopefully removed. Wow, I think I need to end this rant before I decide to test how far I can get a mechanical pencil into a skull.