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Sometimes I feel like I am playing catch by myself. Throw the ball, go get it, bring it back, throw it again, repeat. I'm tired of getting the ball, I think I'll just leave it out on the front lawn. If some little kid steals it, cheers! may it serve you better then it did me young squi-ya!

It's weird, I wanna belong but, then...
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Where is my mind?
Where is my mind?
Wheeeeeeeere is my mind?

Gotta raaaaaannnt! Gotta rant! Yeah!

My job isn't the hardest or the most stressful job and as long as my employers are dumb enough to keep paying me for what I do, so be it. It just seems that the lower on the totem pole you are the shittier the level of communication there is. Man, it's like most days if it wasn't for the...
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Meditation is hard! Nevermind that cross-legged seated position thing that takes like an hour to get into you have to be quiet and sit still for at least 30 minutes. Ya gotta clear your mind, empty your thoughts, clear your mind. How can you do that? I think, therefore I am, right? We're always thinking, it's hard not to. You're sittin' there and all of...
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Old Francois looked like he must have been quite the ladies man back in his day. He still had a full head of thick hair now gray with white around the temples, a Grecian nose set between dark chocolate brown eyes and lips perfect for holding the customary cigarette I never saw him without. Dressed in a tattered pea coat that brought out his shoulders...
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I was watching that reality show, Hit Me One More Time, the other night and the Knack was on singing My Sharona. Those guys still fuckin' rock. Mah-mah-mah my Sha-rona! Mah-mah-mah my Sharona!

Something smells like lavendar, I'm getting sleepy.

Okay, another stop over in rant town:

I know they are stylish and girls love their shoes, but fuckin' A, those boots with the metal or hard wood soles! They may look sexy, very sexy on the right women, but they make so much damn noise. Where I work, the main hallways do not have any carpeting so when the gals wearing these types of...
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"Well, if you are going to just stand there at least give me this."

Old Francois yanked the thermos out my hand causing my bag to fall off my shoulder and I heard something crack, probablely my water cup, fucking cobbelstone streets! But, I didn't pay it any mind, I was too distracted by the beautiful girl whose feelings I had just hurt. I kept...
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People are funny. I'm working the front desk today, greeting and directing guests. Almost every time I ask them for their name they give me this look like "what do you need to know that for," before they tell me. Some of them walk in and hardly say a thing so I have to prompt them to let me know who they are here to...
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I need to take a brief interlude to do some ranting:

I can't fucking stand it when people say "excuse you" instead of "excuse me." Doesn't matter who is at fault, it's rude and snotty especially when it is their fault. It's like saying "hey, you should have gotten out of the way sooner since I was obviously not looking where I was going." When...
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A beautiful and exotic women comes on to me right out of the blue, the only thing missing was the crappy back ground music from an old 70's porn movie to complete the intro to my now defunct dream sequence. However, finding out she was a working girl brought me back to earth with a soft thud instead of a hard crash.

I've never considered...
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