Check. No more butt-monkey.

“Dammit! You know what? I’m sick of this crap. I’m sick of being the guy who eats insects and gets the funny syphilis. As of this moment, it’s over. I’m finished being everybody’s butt-monkey!”

You tell ’em, Xan. This was the quote that immediately popped into my mind in the wake of this morning’s events. Dog eats chicken bone. Girl gets laid off from job. Again.

At least I got to climb a mountain before this latest epic fail. Argh blargh blooch blechasllasfalskjfaslfkj.

So, right. Will not be butt-monkey. Full of good cheer. Off to sulk on the couch for a few hours now. Cheers.