too much fun

I really shouldn't be paid for these kinds of cheap thrills.

Dude. Tell me it isn't fun breaking oversized random objects into pieces!!!!!

Liz tried again and again to get the'bloody couch down into that frigging compactah'. I proceeded to jump into that compactor pit and slam the wretched blue couch towards the mechanism. I managed to beat the back off of the couch, and collaspe the arm. hee hee. I kicked a huge hole into the base too. The sides were reinforced with some sort of steel and wouldn't budge.

There was also some problem with some boards that were stuck above the compressor. Blah. So I handed Liz a metal bat who was jumping and stomping almost as maniacly as I had earlier on these boards. She took a few stabs and swings, let Erin take over. Erin's dread locks were flipping all over the place as she took a weight lifting bar and speared holes into the board and mumbled that this location should have an axe handy.

Erin takes the hippie award of the year, no contest. And seeing her take prey on this plank of wood made the day almost priceless. Holy shiot.


I'm trying to get the gumption to ask Haily my vegitarian coworker to hang out sometime. Try out some movie buisness as dangerous as that is. lol. There is something so otherly yet cultured about her demeanor that its hard to describe. *shrugs* I'll see how that goes.

I wonder where next week will take me.