I found a tiny orange kitty today in the thrift store parking lot, his name is now Cheez and he’s asleep on my pillow.
Helium is surprisingly difficult to obtain in any kind of appreciable quantity. But, I’ve finally secured enough to carry out my exit plan. I did a dry-run with a little bit of gas in a bag and became pleasantly light-headed to an almost euphoric degree. I am ecstatic to finally have a way out of Fiserv and this painful life for good. Finally found the off switch. I’m a coward but if nobody else cares about me or my pain, why should I?
My name is Julius Macwan of Lincoln and I’m a pompous priick. I act like I own the fuucking place by turning on the lights. I talk in Injun language behind peoples backs because I am so fuucking clever. I rank HIGH in the caste system and I know its meaningless in the US but I will act like I am better than you ANYWAY.
