Gimps World

Sure hope to god that I do. It’s like an iPhone (good thing, mind) but harder with even smaller on-screen keys. I feel so bleedin ham-fisted with this thing.

It’s more complicated than the dental repair plan they’d hafta line up for shane mcgowan.

Been over a month. I can do this.

Thank you for your prayers, your lil whispered desire for me to shape up. Thank you each.

If you never gave me a 2nd though, trust me - I never thought of you either. I’m doing well regardless.

Staincastle: Stop “forgetting”. Come over. I miss you.

1. unpi 「うんぴ」 : Diarrheal stool. Could be connected to overeating, having a cold, or stress. It is usually a yellowish-color and it has a very strong smell.
2. unnyo 「うんにょ」 : Soft and tender poop, but not diarrehea. It comes out when you are feel some indigestion. Yellow-ish or light brown in color.
3. unchi 「うんち」 : Nice poop. It comes out when you’ve been eating healthy balanced meals. It has a clean brown color and doesn’t smell very much.
4. ungo 「うんご」 : Comes out when you’ve not been eating enough vegetables, and you’re probably constipated when you squeeze out an ungo. Ungo is dark black and really stinky.

This was irresponsible, to say the very least. This is the kind of jackass that can cause problems.

Found a top-100-in-the-US Thai spot here tonight. Had duck basil, hot as hell.

Staying another week.

…I wonder if people have ever noticed that if you have played Vice City to the point of memorization, you can drive around Miami? WHAT the HELL is up with that?

Ahem.

Discuss.

Gimp had enough of people in his world. So, he got in his truck and drove all night, and ended up just outside “Vice City”, of all places.

The sudden urge to hijack a cheetah, drive to Starfish Island, and summarily empty out my mansion has ocurred. Yeah. If you’ve not played the game you may not get that one. Enjoy the video, then.

Wife catching flight to join me in my hideout. Thank you Staincastle.

Everyone else can screw themselves right now. Well, not EVERYONE…but the vast majority can, nevertheless.

I haven’t used it since I was making $800 a month salary while trying to raise 3 small children. Since I am officially scrambling to find employment, I would humbly ask anyone who happens to stumble across my page to look down on the right side of the screen. There is a button - “Donate”. I take Credit Cards…please, if you even have just $5 to spare, I’ll gladly take it. I’m sorry to do this, but I don’t see what more I can do.

I would also like to send a big “die a painful death” to a certain person who wrote me up twice for being “insubordinate” and “habitually tardy”. The “habitual” part was because it was two days in a row. Habitual? Hardly.

Guess what: I HAD A KIDNEY INFECTION AND A 103F FEVER. I CAME IN, BUT GOT THERE 20 MINUTES LATE, AND 13 MINUTES LATE, RESPECTIVELY. I WAS THERE THOUGH, MORON. And the “insubordination” is called “I know more about that system than every last one of your tweedle-dee tweedle-dumb IT staff COMBINED, and if I knew dang well my version of a fix was better, I was NOT cowing down to 4 people to get the job done. Before the unfortunate transfer, I was number 4, starting from the CEO down. When you people got done, it required me to literally ask permission from 5 people to so much as get a mouse.

What’s going to happen, the gimpsworld prediction - the writing up chimp will most likely put some of his kin in IT, and you will never again know what in God’s name is going on in your IT department. Good riddance - you never appreciated all the hours of overtime, the weekend work, the night work, the travelling, the never charging mileage or hotels for classes…I…yes, *I* paid for them. Your stupid IPod cable allegation was all you could come up with? Ridiculous. Funny…I did everything the letter said I didn’t do, but kangaroo courts are just that. So I’m feeling better than any shrink could have made me feel. I’m….FREE.

What hurt most, and I had to wait until the firing squad was official: Bossman, I have no hard feelings. I got it into my brain from early on that you would never return the favors I did for you. If it weren’t for me, you would have been fired 9 years ago. I could have had your job. I was handed your job at a lunch meeting. I didn’t take it. I took up for you. I lied for you when you didn’t show up for work the following Mondays after vacations. You got me 2 weeks without pay for a message that was inadvertently not given to you. Didn’t respond to the letter for my conference? I would have responded had you actually called me. The damn letter never made it to my home, and due to the holidays, the USPS sent it back before I could act.

I guess your own neck meant more than a friendship where I would have laid my life down for you in a heartbeat. I used to look up to you as one of the most amazing guys I’d ever had the privilege of knowing. I CARED ABOUT YOU. You, in turn, would reject gifts I would spend my precious scratch on when I’d bring you tokens of friendship from far-off places. I’d find them on someone else’s desk, or better yet, in the garbage. Worst of all, you turned my best friend into your henchman, the poor guy not even realizing that he was data-mining for your s*** list against me. I don’t hold it against him at all…I will always care about him, and he’s never been in situations where political intrigue and double entendre were the order of the day.

But you…Black Echo…you disappoint me. I thought you were made of sterner stuff. I was wrong. Keep looking out for number 1, compadre - it will indeed come back to bite you one day. Karma is a pain in the ass, I promise. You may blow sunshine up the right peoples’ asses long enough, but one day they’ll see what you are. You didn’t have to see me as a threat. I never talked bad about you, even though you were ignorant of every system we had, and the only way you could keep me from one-upping you was by hiding manuals and excluding me from daily tasks. Pitiful.

I had to get that out, and this is all I will ever say about it. I’m done with it, and looking toward the immense horizon at what I can do now, closer to my family, to God, and my home. Leaving there, even if it was by the most pitiful set of lies and setups, was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. Blessings indeed come in disguises.

To my big brother: I apologize for this. I know it was something I shouldn’t have posted. He doesn’t come here though, so my personal blog is my therapy. It helped.

gimp is back, people. Get ready.