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Presenting pictures of Camudekyu taken whilst farting around with my friend, [Friend] on a Wednesday night. I had just left the gym when [Friend] called me and we decided to hang out. Later that night, while waiting for the photos to be processed, I taught him a step routine that, once he got it down, made him feel like a god. Presenting Camudekyu breaking it down to the sounds of Dancing QueenPresenting Camudekyu and [Friend] on the left. The dude on the right was our waiter who was super nice. I actually looked up at him and said, "You are absolutely darling. Will you take a picture with me?" I think he thought we were drunk tourists even thought [Friend] is clearly Hawai'ian. Anyway, this picture makes me feel like a pimp.This is my anchorwoman face!.......and in case it didn't freak you out enough the first timeCamudekyu getting eaten by a giant plant.

Dear Hawai'ian God or Goddess of Weather,First off, great job on the island! Seriously, you made the absolutely perfect place to live and the only place like it. Major points. However...This rainy season thing... usually I'm cool with that, but when I can't drive up the mountain to my house without hydroplaning at least twive every time, I feel there might be a problem. Last year was great. Even for a rainy season. Sure, it was dark and chilly and wet, but nobody died. This year, lots of people have died. Lots have been made homeless as well. And I just felt it was my responsibility as a concerned inhabitant to let you know that the waterworks might need to be looked at. Again, fantastic job on the dry season.Sincerely,A-Mostly-White-Girl-Who-Probably-Doesn't-Get-a-SayToday, I was introduced to [Ball o' Pain]. After having a conversation with one of the other clerks about what I want to do with my life, this clerk took it upon herself to let me know that being a vet is a much better idea than being an adolescent probation officer or social worker. The way she decided to prove her point was to call in a Juvi PO to elaborate on just how terrible it is. [Ball o' Pain] or simply [Pain] for short was, hands down, the unhappiest adult I have ever met. That includes adults who are crazy and adults who are incarcerated. [Pain] hates her job. She hates kids. She hates parents. She hates everything, which leads me to believe that she hates herself. Actually, I think she liked that I laughed at her stories of Child-Hating, so maybe she doesn't hate everything. Seriously, I thought this woman was going to open her mouth and spray me with caustic venom if I got too close. [Pain], on top of being the most disproportionate ratio of resentment:bodyweight I've ever met, was also, quiet possibly, the most heartbreaking, pathetic woman to cross paths with me. She could not tell me why she started working with kids. She could not remember, and I get the impression that the absolutely only purpose for working with juveniles that might endure the test of time is the want to help them. [Pain] told me that she is not interested in helping them but she had nothing better to do with a degree in psychology. So, thank you [Pain] for being the pinnacle of everything I never hope to be!I also witnessed a fantastic demonstration of Judge smiting the inept. I gave him a ten out of ten! Beautiful job, Judge, telling [Incompetent, Misogynistic Treatment Liaison] that we, in fact, did not want to hear him reread to us a report that we had already read. From the bench, no less, did Judge raise his righteous right hand of shut-the-hell-up and lay the judicial smack down. [IMTL] sort of huffed and bumbled and then got really quiet because Judge is a judge, and they ain't no fightin' da Judge, bitch.For the record, [IMTL] was the first dude at the courthouse to man me. to man tv: to approach the only young woman in the room and pretend to be terribly interested in her if only because she's young and therefore naive enough to be attracted to the perpetrator. Plus, her boobies bounce a little when she laughs, and that's certainly more interesting than a boring old training conference on how to properly do your job.Well, I wasn't the only young woman at the conference, but I certainly was the youngest young woman there, and boy, did he man me. Like whoa. I realized part way through the conversation that I was being manned, so I promptly excused myself. Asshole. Well, Mom is away at a Sufi dance. She's really digging the Sufi thing. I just got back from the gym, so I think it's time for dinner and a drink.