You know, I'm used to being bitched at by inmates. By inmate family members. But I can't say I've ever been accosted by some random jackass that watched Lock-up one night in his home. The equivalent would be me calling up an intern at VH1 and screaming at them about how unjust it was that Daisy wasn't chosen as Bret Michael's Rock of Love after he'd taken advantage of her vulnerability in Cancun. I think I might now.
As he continued to share his opinions, I tried to occupy myself with AOL Entertainment News, only to end up with dozens of nearly nude pictures of Hannah Montana splashed across my monitor. I'm pretty sure I'm going to be fired now. Looking at naked pictures of 15 year olds is the one thing that can get you expelled from the government, and now I've gone and done it. Fuck.