love is old, love is new....love is old, love is you.....beeeecause...

is it sick when you blow your nose and then check to see what you've blown
out? some may think so...but i still do it. i like to know the sucker
that's been f*ckin up my breathing. "You annoying little ickyness! i kill
you!"

has my writing been raunchy lately? i was reading some of my past posts
and although some of them do have depth to it, most of them are randumb
blue humor unclever jokes. i'm gonna have to work on that. BUT IT'S JUST
SO EASY!

new annointed annoying people --> old, selfish sticklers! eeerrrrrr! when
i say "old, selfish sticklers" i mean the old people that have grown to be
very selfish and feel that they can do whatever they want because they're
old now. there's this dude at work. older indian man. he must be in his
late 50's or mid 60's. i feel bad for him whenever he goes to the urinal
cause he has to rest his whole head against the wall as he's pissing. you
can hear him doing some kind of breathing technique cause he has a problem
doin the number one. so, he takes his time with this. BUT WHAT I HATE -->
whenever i'm in there, he always stares at me. "i didn't do anything man!
stop staring at me!" and once it hits 4:45 pm, he immediately grabs his
jacket out of the coat closet, without fixing the doors properly and then
has no consideration for getting on the elevator. if people have been
waiting there before him, he won't let them on first....he doesn't care.
he's on and off first. mean old man! errrrr! and i won't even start with
the old assuming ladies here....

"who moved my cheese?" - you should read this, learn from it, and evolve.
the end.

the weekend is here. wooooooohoooooo! i'm tired. i've been tired this
whole week....but for some ungodly reason...even with free time, i just
can't use it to sleep. all i want to do is catch up on the things i can't
do during the week. this work thing gets in the way sometimes! it's a
good diversion to get through the day and you make money and stuff, but
really....there are people out there who do whatever they want and get paid
doing it. i think they're called mystery shoppers or uh...prostitutes.
speaking of prostitutes...VEGAS HERE WE COME!