i just finished reading fight club, i've read all the others but saved that one for last. i love finishing a weird book and that surreal feeling i gain from it. what's even better is that i finish it at werk, where weird things always happen. fits the mood.
for instance, this girl turned in an application with no name or address or previous job experience. she so had a porn/super hero name signed on the last page. but i truly think she was serious.
and yesterday as me and my manager were helping someone, we saw old people fall. it was the weirdest/funniest thing i have seen in awhile. the old woman starts shaking and wobbling and falling, her husband turns around to grab her but somehow trips over and he falls and then she finally hits the ground. it was the slowest fall ever. it was weird.
back to fight club...no i'm not fighting to get me stress out. but i haven't been so content in awhile. i didn't speed all the way home from the pool hall. i was that mellow. (i speed everywhere and have gotten in trouble many times for it) i've been daydreaming constantly, i even called a girl i hadn't talked to in awhile to tell her not to worry i don't hate her just because i hadn't wanted to talk to her in awhile. every little trivial thing just doesn't matter to me because i am happy on a much greater level. i just don't care enough to hate anyone or anything.
*sigh*
for instance, this girl turned in an application with no name or address or previous job experience. she so had a porn/super hero name signed on the last page. but i truly think she was serious.
and yesterday as me and my manager were helping someone, we saw old people fall. it was the weirdest/funniest thing i have seen in awhile. the old woman starts shaking and wobbling and falling, her husband turns around to grab her but somehow trips over and he falls and then she finally hits the ground. it was the slowest fall ever. it was weird.
back to fight club...no i'm not fighting to get me stress out. but i haven't been so content in awhile. i didn't speed all the way home from the pool hall. i was that mellow. (i speed everywhere and have gotten in trouble many times for it) i've been daydreaming constantly, i even called a girl i hadn't talked to in awhile to tell her not to worry i don't hate her just because i hadn't wanted to talk to her in awhile. every little trivial thing just doesn't matter to me because i am happy on a much greater level. i just don't care enough to hate anyone or anything.
*sigh*

*sigh*
funny, just talking about it brings a calm....