Farts @ MindSay 
To whoever keeps farting silently in the computer lab while I'm trying to write:
It is not okay for you to continue to drop ass. Go to the restroom. The entire row of people on my side of the room are suffering. We all keep looking up to see who is doing it. Some of those people are looking at me right now. Because of the intensity of your butt blasts seems to be coming somewhere in my direction, and by the smell of the gas, I'm assuming it's one of the men behind me, someone who had some bad curry or Mexican food. Please, next time, whoever you are, don't eat spicy, gassy food before you come to the computer lab. Hell, don't do it at all when you plan on being in any public place. Even though we cannot hear your farts, we are ALL taking a beating for your bad digestive system!
And where's that damn lab ASSisstant with some Glade?
I picked the wrong night to not pack some perfume in my purse. Looks like I'm calling it an early night. Anybody who wants to give me some nice gifts in the mail, send me some purse-size perfume thingies. At times they are life-savers. And make them the kind of natural perfumes that help chase away really bad smells!
We got there, socilized, went in, got talked to by the principal who fucked everything up this year, went to our class, got talked to by some short man who thinks he's my superior, got talked to by some anal republican who calls himself my langage arts teacher, then leave. We got out at 10:45 which is a waste, but whatever, I'll take it. Then I went to Houlton Street to "work" with Sofi and Hannah. Really we just threw some paint on a fence and hung out with Punlieu, Hudson, and some short kid. Now I am home, covered in paint, and listening to INXS. Oh yeah, I got $40 for all that hard work. Really I just earned $30 but Ian didn't have anything but $20s so I scored. :D
You've probably come across this already on NineMSN but i'll post it anyway. You wonder if articles like this are actually true.
Farts spark emergency landing
An American Airlines flight made an emergency landing this week after a passenger with severe gas problems struck matches to mask the odor of flatulence, an official said.
The flight from Washington to Texas landed at Nashville airport on Tuesday, in the southeastern state of Tennessee, after passengers alerted the crew about the smell of burning sulfur, Lynne Lowrance, spokeswoman for the Nashville International Airport Authority said.
She said all 99 passengers and their luggage were taken off the plane and searched, and an unlucky canine team was brought in to sniff the aircraft for explosives.
After intense questioning by the FBI, a woman passenger admitted to lighting matches on board the aircraft to conceal her gas, Lowrance said.
"For a long time she did not admit to striking matches and I think that was just out of embarrassment," she said. "She did finally admit to it saying she had a medical problem about excessive gas."
The unidentified woman was not charged but "American did ban her from flying on their airline for a very long time," Lowrance said.
Did I tell you I'm farting again?
It's a natural thing we think is crude and rude in most settings,... only, if you don't fart at some point in time... something is really seriously wrong with you. I know, 'cause I didn't pass gas for almost two months.
(Okay, you know I'm still obsessing about my surgeries, so just bear with me for a moment. I promise I'll try to keep it short.)
Farts let the doctors know that your bowels are working correctly, passing stuff from your mouth to your stomach, small intestines, large intestines, colon, and finally out your ass. (If you ain't fart'n, surgery might be in your immediate future. Trust me. I know.)
Every day for the first four days after my first surgery on Aug. 17, the magic question was, "Are you passing gas yet?" And every day, my answer was, "No, not really," as my stomach blew up like a ballon.
Lots of stuff happened between then and now, yada, yada, yada, and after my last surgery on Oct. 26, when they said they had fixed what was ailing me, I waited with bated breath for those farts to come. THREE days later, I blew a fart and the world rejoiced. I nearly cried.
I wasn't shy about farting before, but now I don't even give a rat's ass (hehehe... I like saying that: rat's ass.) I will let 'em rip anywhere... 'cause it means my shit is working, literally. Now, I fart every morning before I get out of bed, and then give a hugh sigh of relief. It's gonna be a good day.
So next time you're in an elevator, crack a fart, and right before everyone passes out, just let them know it's a sign that you are a healthy, gasy mofo!
Now, THAT'S something to be thankful for!
HAPPY THANKSGIVING
Went to work today at 8 am. Where it just another normal day. A few examples of bad driving today in our lot. One resulting in an accident. Where an old fart ran into a parked armored truck. What a moron. Goes to show you, old people don't belong on the road. Why do you think NYS has been trying to pass a law that says you have to take a road test at 70. Humm... to bad the majority of the people that vote are that age. So, no matter how many times they have tried to pass that law, it hasn't gone though.
Other then that, it was a normal uneventful day at work. There is no mileage to report as the device was left at home on my desk. Ya, I know, your sad. Right?
Left work at 330, on the way home, I went to my bank, and got gas. I arrived home just after 4 PM. Where I found my father had called a cab and went to the moose early. Big shock there. So I got changed.
Then my mother and myself went to the Walden Galleria. Where we found dinner, and went store browsing. We ended up leaving with a couple things. Lots of store have new Sabres logo stuff. Some cool stuff, but I didn't buy anything. We arrived back at home at 630 PM.
Where I turned on TV, and watched ... It takes a thief, then, dirty jobs, and right now, I am watching WWE Smackdown. Also going on right now, is random kitten play. Hey it happens when an 8 month old kitten lives in the house. Other then that, as you can see, I am now online. Probably until I go somewhere or go to bed.
Plans for the rest of the night? Unless asked to go somewhere, I am here for the rest of the night. Watching whatever is on TV until I got to bed. Whenever I feel like going to bed.
What's on my mind? That I haven't mentioned? Nothing much really. I am trying not to think about work right now, as those thoughts only seem to depress and piss me off. Why? You ask? Simple, go read the past week's blogs and figure it out for yourself. Other then that, there's not really much to think about. I am off tomorrow, and Sunday! Yippy! Anyone wanna do anything this weekend, let me know!?
Anything else I feel the need to include? Nope, nothing other then this. Go Sabres !! Tomorrow night they go for the NHL record.
~ Around for now 
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