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**November**

Random stuff.

I've been tinkering with the idea of turning my blog over to blogger.  Why, I don't hear you asking?  Because I'm too cheap to buy website space, and I can't be buggered learning how to use javascript and all that bull.  By the way, I hate Javascript.  I don't understand it and it's just plain stupid.
So anyway, if you click here, you will see where I've trashed one of those templates and made myself a nice looking clone of this place.  Only thing is, I don't like using Blogger.  I'd much prefer to do things from scratch.  I dunno, I'm just weird like that.

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I had a pretty shithouse week.  Apart from suffering a deep dark depression, and high irritability level due to the looming stench of dismay rapidly approaching (Translation: My freedom away from Woolworths is speeding to an end), I discovered that I didn't even actually HAVE to go back there.
Boy am I pissed.
I will go into more detail later, when I'm not so ticked off.  That way I can explain without sounding like a complete idiot.  Will there ever be a day I'm not disgruntled?  I dunno, pigs may fly.

You might recall Spanner from such posts as, "Lesson 1 - Maturity, with Chikory O'riley", or "Lesson 2 - What to do when you're bored at work."
That in mind, Spanner is now at the top of my hit list.  I've never really had friends, just acquaintances.  So when they piss me off, it's never really a loss.  Some psychiatrists might read a lot into that, but they can get stuffed because they're not my friends either.
I'm actually enjoying this slightly.  It's always been my understanding that the worst kind of enemy is the one that you don't know you have.  So basically she thinks I'm her friend, when in actual fact, I'm really ready and raring to go with my knife.  Cool, that's a good image.
So you might have guessed that she (Whoops.  Don't click that link, it was an accident, I swear! She's the one on the left by the way.) plays a large role in my Woolworth's predicament.

Note:  The brown haired chick is not me.  That's the bitch that works next door to us at Wendys.

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Would you believe that the fags at Spin starts here still haven't put up their amazing art of spin blog yet?  I'm probably their one and only fan, waiting with anticipation to see this excellent creation.  But do they stop to even acknowledge me?  No!  Just under 305 comments later, and they're still ignoring me.  I might as well just give up.  But that's not as much fun.

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I'd have to say there's a pretty good chance that Lee will win Australian Idol.  Sadly, I don't think it will be this awful excuse of entertainment's demise.  But it's worth a try anyway.  I for one, won't bother voting, as I'm a tight ass and I don't even like sending an SMS unless I can use every single character up.  But with Caz and The Hack's groupies on the job, it's a sure thing.
I predict that it will be down to that blonde-haired-Kelly-Clarkson try hard, and our very own famewhore superstar Lee.
Oh, and here's that thingy of support that I took my sweet arse time putting up...

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Speaking of Lee, here's some news on Lee Goldberg the writer.  I was surfing the net, as one does, when I stumbled upon his blog and realised that I'd been a bad devoted reader, and not been by in a while.  So going off of the first post I saw, it went very Simpsons episodeish on me.  Basically I started out innocently reading about how his sister is in a shitload of trouble.  From there, I went to his mother's blog, which in turn led me to his sister's blog, and then finally I wound up at his brother Tod's blog.  It was there that I started reading all about Tod, which led me to my final destination; a retarded cult filled to the brim with idiots that hate Lee Goldberg and want to dance in his blood.  Granted it wasn't as bad the Delta Goodrem Forums, but it was pretty freaky never the less.

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Update on the Woolworth's WOTters.  It seems that my abuse of their WOT count was frowned upon.  So they've now limited the number field to 2 characters.  You can still write what ever the hell you want in the "where" field, so that's good enough for me.  I couldn't quite make sense of the "Cops not happy-Maroochydore" post.  Either some policemen are sick of having to turf these Hippie's green backsides out, or they're attempting to scare me into thinking that they've gone to the police.  I'm going for the first option, but just in case I felt the need to point out to them that abusing their WOT counter was just as legal as doing the actual WOTing.

Those damn Hippies are really starting to piss me off.  They're out in force lately.
What they tend to do is gather in a large group outside the post office and harass you on your way past.  The smart people walk up the stairs, down the hall that has all the P.O Boxes, and out the other side.  Thus, effectively avoiding those irritating Hippies that don't seem to respond to insect repellent.  
Nevertheless, it's a pain in the ass to have to avoid them.  I'm hard pressed looking at half the bogans that can't be buggered wearing clothing that covers their entire body, let alone these fags that think it's cool to put dreadlocks in their hair, and funny fake feathery masses on their legs.  Weird, just plain weird.

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Well hopefully by placing a nice large amount of random links through out this blog I will have successfully made it into Maddox's hate list.  That guy used to be funny, but now he's just a whiney little bitch that rarely updates.  You wait so long for him to post something, and when it comes it's no where near as good as his earlier material.
As Derryn Hinch would say - "Shame, shame, shame."

Posted by Chikory at 17:56.
Today is Saturday, the 5th of November, 2005.

I declare war on Woolworth's Hippies!

Remember in my last post when I told of the crazed Hippies and their fight to stop this chain of big, nasty supermarkets from hurting their imaginary platypus colony?  Well, they're at it again, and now that I'm going to have to put up with it, I'm none too happy.

On the local news last night, I spied some weird hippie old man singing about leaving your shopping trolley, filled with non-perishable items, in the store.  They've named this new fad, WOT (Woolworths Operation Trolley).

But a flaw in their evil dastardly plan, was going on TV and spreading the word, because now folks like me know that there is a website out there.  So now I'm destroying their precious WOT counter, which is about as effective as participating in this WOT fad.

I don't see the connection.  They're not pissing of Head Office.  They're pissing off the employees who have the unfortunate pleasure of working for Woolworths.  Yeah, way to stick it to them you half baked Hippie mongers.

That's basically all I have to say on the subject.  Just click on the link everyone, and start screwing with their WOT counter.

Posted by Chikory at 11:40.
Today is Friday, the 4th of November, 2005.