The Randomist

Okay, I have to get this out of the way before I can move on to the hilariously violent rage that I keep bottled inside of me at all times. You guys are the most amazing fucking people I have ever had to pleasure of communicating with. Seriously. Never forget it and if anyone tells you that you aren’t, I’ll come bite their ankles off… right after I stab them in the face with a pen. It’s more fun when they run first. All of the comments have done what months of therapy and bottling could not. I feel … light… again. I feel free. I feel pretty and witty and fun. And there the moment goes. A Brief Lesson on Grammar and Common Fucking Courtesy. Asshole. “I stay down in Pageland.” “Yeah, that’s where we stay.” “Where do you stay?” Completely ignoring the fact that ‘stay’ means that you, well, fucking STAY somewhere, as in, you don’t ever fucking leave it or it’s only for short periods of time, I’m going to point out how stupid you sound. You stay in a mother fucking hot...

The last few weeks of my life have been terrible and confusing and I had to take time off from blogging to have a small nervous breakdown. I also think that I broke my funny. Seriously. I hold my own well in conversation, but Jesus the shit splattered off the fan too fast for me to keep up with it. This is why I still think that I need a stenographer, you know, for those special moments. And because I’m too lazy to write any or all of it down before I forget it. For your sake, I will be breaking the chain of events down into small portions to make it easier to digest. Why I Tried to Make Auto Zone Employees Cry Holy fuck balls, y’all. Is there some kind of competency test they give their applicants and only the people who fail get to work there? The condenser fan motor on my car went out. This is the fan that cools the compressor so that you can have cold air coming out instead of blowing your shit up. I went to various used parts stores and junkyards trying to find one, ...