I'd recently considered applying to one of the municipalities for a janitorial position at 25 bucks and hour, but something stopped me dead in my tracks. The fact that I would no doubt HAVE to clean the police station once in a while, and in fact have to interact with them. I thought about it for a while, and decided that I just can't fucking do it. The very idea fills me with dread. Eight fucking hours surrounded by them? No. No, and a thousand times no. Sure, it's only cleaning, but then the inevitable small talk, and them wanting to say hi when they see you outside of work. Ugh. No thanks.
CALL THEM OUT IS OUR NEW ALBUM. LPs WILL BE HERE EVENTUALLY, BUT IN THE MEANTIME WE HAVE CDs. 25 SONGS IN 41 MINUTES. GET IT PLEASE.
