theangrysloth

Although I have been given nothing to live for, I have been given a will to live, and I'll do that until the day I die.

I have hereby decided that cashews are not edible nuts on their own, but in cookies covered with glaze they are delicious and have a purpose.

My boss Mike at work often talks to me about stuff. He's a great outgoing guy that has a lot of years on me, and though he is completely brash, I think everyone has a spot for Mike. Mikes talks to me because Mike talks to everyone. However, when he talks to me, he tries to impart some sort of wisdom of his, because he sees me by my lonesome most of the time, and I have to assume he believes in my spirit, and doesn't want me to be alone and miserable. Mike wouldn't be unlike my friend Andrew in this respect, except that Andrew is lot younger. What these guys don't seem to understand, though, is how really hard it is to break out of a shell you've been building your whole life. If they wanted to do me a favour, they could probably just hit me in the head. I need to make some life-altering changes, and that's probably the only way I'm going to become a different person and what I want to be. You know, I saw this program on television called "Keys To The VIP" and this show is all about how to pick up women. I saw these guys on the program, and some of them were smooth, some weren't. But for all of them, all I could think was how incredible fake they all seem. Everything about talking to strangers is just so fucking fake. No wonder I don't do it very often.

*sigh*