World peace, let me show you it.

Two days down, two to go until my day off on Monday...

... and already I'm wearily singing 'Show me the Way to go Home' and poking myself in the head with a pen whenever I sit down and attempt to have a thought. I miss thinking.

New job good. Old job freaking nuts.

If anyone wants to give me a gift for Christmas, or try to help achieve world peace? Let me make a request... something like forceful advice. The qualifier: do you buy rap CDs?

If you do, then I have the smallest of favors to ask of you. It's something that (I hope) have done since you were a child.

Please. Demonstrate to me your use of the alphabet. Please.

Signed, the lady who had to take twenty goddamn minutes to put the rap section back into some kind of order this afternoon... again. Seriously, guys... I understand that a good third of the artists in that genre prefer to go by handles that missed spitting range of a dictionary by a half mile in an attempt to be distinct and punny, but I'd hope that you still have the humane capacity to recognize that the Chamillionaire album in your hand doesn't go under the header for Sinik, and Soulja Boy doesn't start with NWA.

And yes, it is mainly just you guys, Really, it is. Please. You would be doing us a favor, as well as passing the good habit on to other people looking for the last copy of Cilvaringz in the store.

And don't 'hide' an album so that only you can find it until sometime next week when you actually have the money to buy it. That stopped being cute when you stopped wearing pants with elastic bands in the waists.



This rant brought to you by the want to whine and whimper for company with sanity and someone to rub my sore feet, and I need to sleeeeeeep...