Senior Day is the bane of my exsistence...

Okay... So, this is the first of many blogs. Lisa has convinced me that I shall become famous & be able to eat endangered species because I am so awesome. Bald Eagle Burgers... MmMm. Right now my laptop feels like it's going to light me on fire, but I just have to say that today, at my super secret job, was "Senior Day"... I wish that was something really cool like when we were in high school & Senior Day was popular, but alas... This senior day just had fat oldies scooting around in wheelchairs that they don't need. Drama. If I have to see one more nasty tissue be pulled from a flannel pocket, I am going to Thelma & Louise myself off of a tall building. If you are too old to walk, drive, urinate IN the toilet, wipe yourself, look in the mirror to see that you look like a mutant, & talk without spitting your oldies AIDS all over me, it's time for you to go to the light. If anyone needs help with that, let me know. I am thinking about bringing back the Kavorkian. That is all for now. I have a little Asian peering over my shoulder. And moths keep dive-bombing my computer. Ick. See you tomorrow. That's right. I say "see you" over the inter-web.