MFers got me all corporate. I end up rolling to work looking like this on the daily:

I arrive at this “work facility” and they have parking lots. Not parking structures, but lots. It’s like those images of Kansas, where farms just have mile after mile of wheat field. But this place is a parking lot farm. I’m not sure what I do when I get inside, but I have two 27-in iMacs on a desk. They’ve disabled all of my access to forums and any kind of chat program so I usually just play the dictionary game. I bash my head on the keyboards and see what word is the closest match. Also, my email says “consultant.” Hopefully the paycheck won’t say “pawn.”

So fuck yeah I’m busy. on the other hand something like this happened in Chicago while I was on my way to watch the World Cup final at Irish Hooters.

They weren’t my pick for the tournament, but Spain fucking rules. They averaged over 500 completed pass a game. Ridiculous. End of story.