therevolutionary

slowest day possible at work. i figure to be leaving for san diego in a couple months, or as soon I can gather a few g's, i must go back to europe trip kind of saving stylee. im going to play poker with some "friends" on saturday. i so dont wanna go!(why the fuck did i say yes!!!!!!!). its fucking ridiculous, but i will survive, as long as I know how to stay alive, i will survive. but i hope i can take the loot home $150 winner take all. i feel like im the only one who has a real shot, its almost unfair. 1. im a lucky card payer 2. i have a sixth sense of people it shouldnt really be any kind of contest. i dont enjoy any of there company anyway. the only problem is that im going to have to focus on card playing, when im totally fucking in a hole now. i know whats going to happen, im going to and think think think about, "hey i wonder if ive gotten any comments? why not, and whats the reason? and whats that reason. remember! look like your having a good time, theyll interrogate you if you dont. laugh. buy into their humor, whats a good joke for this situation what would they think is funny. watch it watch it! you have a look! that look is on your face, the one that i can only wear with comfort in private. otherwise its, 'something wrong?' no man i just dont feel like talking right now, about the weather about anything, nothing is wrong i just dont feel like making my mouth muscles move up and down and have my vocal cords vibrate to make sounds which are later in turn interpreted by my brain which later allows me to speak in sentences in which we all understand, fucking period. i know i know im an asshole but i dont really care. hehehe. anyway, Oh that reminds me!!! i was called a punk at work! this lady that works there has ten million carts to put boxes on, i borrow one for fifteen minutes and shes like " hey bring my cart back.!" i say, "no." shes then proceeds to get huffy. i was in the process of using it, if she wants to come down and steal it, thats her problem. so she does. it ruins her day. later i guy came up to me, and was like "you made her really mad, she talked about it for 4 hours!" note to all: button pushing? it is an art form, for i am michaelangelo.