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I think I don’t hate people, as much as I don’t understand some specific things people seem to do and like, and I get frustrated at that.  It is more frustration at not “getting it”, the whole of “”"”it”"”"”, than it is actual hate.  I think, at least–if not it would be a lot of hate.

I’ve been trying to just be happier, and it is pretty alright.  I’m still bored, though.  I’ll just try sleeping more.

Today I accidentally had to speak to some neighborhood lady.   Taffy wasn’t using her li’l trainin’ pupp’ pads, so I took her outside for a second to see if she’d do so out there.   Kill two birds with one stone, because I want her to start going outside anyway.   So I just open the door, dog on leash, I’m in pajamas (lounge clothes, really, so nothing crazy embarassing–just not something I neccesarily want people trying to talk to me while I’m wearing them) and there is a car parked on the road, near our mailbox.  Some lady is trudging out and walking towards the middle-area of our and the neighbor’s yards, where a cable line has been awaiting burial for…months, maybe, now.  Completely and totally Not Our Thing, but this lady had came to us before to gripe about it…or something, we didn’t answer the door, she left a message crying about the cable line.  We are renting this place, the lawncare is provided, so the beef was that the lawn people couldn’t mow around the cable.  As true as that may be, which it is completely true (the cable had caution tape all around it ((pps thanks cable company for just leaving an unplanted wire just hanging around a house, what the hell)) and we certainly weren’t going to mess with it, nor should anyone else feel obligated to), and we were in agreement that the cable company should be called.

Therefore, lady (she’s like, what do you call it, the President of the Gladys Kravitz Association?) called the cable company, they eventually get out, and now the line is buried, and the surrounding area completely mowed.  They had just mowed around it before.  Everything is fine, UNTIL–
i have to speak to another person, while I’m just trying to relax and get my dog to poop on the grass without incident

She is trudging up, just says “Oh, it looks like they made it out” cool lady don’t worry about formalities like introducing yourself or saying hello or anything, you being at my home now you don’t have to worry about being polite, no you are not intruding in on my loungetime at all

Then, I being as clever as I am and having put together right away who she was and why she was talking about some stupid thing at me says “oh yeah i guess they did” and then I just silently encourage taffy to please go outside oh for the love of god just do it because i want this woman to feel awkward enough about this whole encounter that she just leaves and never looks back

but no taffy just eats grass and stands with her head proud in the breeze, cone and all~~my dog is the opposite of the sort of dog people write epitaphs for

anyway, the lady and me are standing quite a few feet apart, just not talking.  she’s looking at…whatever that massive electric box thing is that it in front of people’s homes and businesses, and she says something about “oh you’ve got tons of _____” and I’m just like, “what is that”
she’s like “oh, it is like little field mice.  that is why there are so many tunnels and a hole oh they have a nest there i guess” and i just say plain as day, “disgusting.”  the fact of the matter is, we live in a perfectly nice condo, and i don’t care to hear about whatever fauna may be on the outskirts of it.  As long as I never, ever see a mouse inside of this house, they can have a stuckey’s out there for all i care

and I don’t think I will, because our home is not uhhhh squalid or old.

meanwhile, some other bitch comes out of her house and says “EX-X-CUSE ME IS YOUR GARAGE DOOR OPENING” just out into the air like that

I look over at her but I’m more concerned about how quickly I can get out of this situation that is now rapidly spiralling into a Social Gathering

the original lady (O.L. Gladys)  says “ohh well i live all the way over on the other side of–” and the other one interrupts at this point “I know where you live and i know who you are” and i’m now stooped over petting taffy and pretending to be preoccupied with some grass or something she was sniffing, like i’m all curious about the World of Nature, Right Outside of My Home!

and the O.L. says “hmm have you checked your circuit breaker”

Meanwhile, I’m thinking, what the hell does this have to do with anything at all, interrupting cow of a neighbor?  if your garage door isn’t opening, the lady who runs the like, compliance committee for this shitty condominium neighborhood isn’t going to be able to fix it?  what does she have to do with that?  she has nothing to do with your garage,  you figure it out.  also, whether her door is opening or not has no bearing on your door’s current state.  Do you think they’re all on the same…garage door circuit or something?  They aren’t.  That is not how electricity or your home or a neighborhood or anything, anything at all works.

instead of saying any of this i am just staring quite intently at a piece of land with my stupid dog in tow
then the O.L. says “hmm would you like a flash light i may have one in my car” and the other interrupting lady says “YES that would be great” STILL like this random woman is obligated to assist her and her garage issues.  maybe the life of a busybody is harder than I thought.

Anyway, I took that opportunity to scuttle back into my house, with the O.L. halfway in her car and the interrupting lady busy feeling important.

that is the story i guess but i thought it was pretty funny how i just went back inside without having much at all in the way of a conversation with that woman, or the other one

It isn’t that I don’t like neighbors, and I don’t want to have a combative or unfriendly relationship with them at all, but I really never “got” the whole “neighborly” thing.   I should just force myself into friendships with people because they live near me?  That doesn’t mean much, at all.  It would be a ‘friendship’ of convenience, and I just don’t think friends are all that convenient as it is.

Besides, I’d much prefer neighbors who are polite, but stick to themselves.  My next-door neighbors are like that, they are occasionally out at the same time as we are, and we sometimes wave at one another, sometimes not.  We, as they used to say, ‘get along’.  It’s no big “OH NEEEIGHBORS lets talk about THINGS and borrow MAIL and watch each other’s DOGS on VACATIONS”  it is more like, “hey, I trust that if my car was getting broken into and you saw it, you’d call the police.  I’d do the same for you, but I do not think either of us should be running around trying to save the neighbor’s car ourselves, you know. also, don’t ask me about my life and i will not ask you about yours. we do not share our names, and we go on about our business, politely.”  That is the perfect neighbor.

anyway long story short if you want to speak with me you have to just so happen to be coming out of your car at the same time i am with my dog outside, or else i just won’t answer the door

p.s. i don’t care about the mouse thing, whatever the hell you were talking about, unless you are going to gas them or something i don’t know, so don’t bother telling me.  you came here to nose around and make sure the cable was buried, it was, so just start heading back.   also, you didn’t have to stop and get out of the car to see that.  i noticed when i just drove by the house earlier today soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
never bother me again, neighbor woman

also interrupting woman what the hell is your deal
what if that lady was talking to me about something important and here you come interrupting us to gripe about something nobody has anything to do with

that is like if I just go lurking around when I see you hillbilly’s outside eating Hotted Dogs and smoking Rolled Tabaccos and I just start complaining that my car isn’t really awesome

what can you do about it? what could me or that neighborhood gladys possibly do about your Current Problems?  just stay inside, christ.

now I’m all itchy because she grossed me out, talking about mice.  I didn’t tell you that my dog has to poop, did I?  so shut up.  no one here is talking about gross stuff.  Don’t come to my house, say something about a buried cable like it was my problem all along and it just finally got fixed (note : it was the cable company’s problem, not yours and definitely not mine, either) and then tell me about some gross stuff happening near by.  I’m just trying to relax, lady.  Not have to take a boiling hot shower out of fear that some small field mouse touched my hand somehow, tenderly.

i already boil myself after going outside for fear of tiny, imperceptible insect invasion

so
thanxX jerk

thousand property

I’m so happy to think that someday I won’t have to think about other people, ever again.  Someday I will be away from the rabble and their constant din, and if that means I have to be alone –completely apart from others– forever, I’d gladly accept that.

I never used to hate people, not the way I do now, I thought they were generally fine enough.  Working among the ‘folks’ lets you see exactly what sort of collective they are.  There are some that are kind and courteous, and I wish them the absolute best in their lives; I just don’t care to know of them, but best of luck, really.  I want to be alone.  I want my career to involve not one other person.

Or if it does, I want them to be deaf, mute, paralyzed, gone.  What do you call the person who applies the lifecosmetic to the dead, before they are displayed?  I’ll take it.

I know there are people I could enjoy, somewhere, and I know I’ll meet them, someday.  I just wonder if it is even worth the bother to look for company, ever.  I had friends, what good did it do me?   I’m happy where I am, if people think I am odd for being so young and so uninterested in friendship, so be it.  Rather, I’d prefer to be thought strange and left alone, than bothered constantly by ‘friends’.

There were beautiful things written, felt, expressed in all manner of ways; not for me, never by me.  I can appreciate them, but only at their surfaces.  I see how it happens, I just don’t see what the trouble is worth–for what?  Some guy with a hat, some girl with a face?

I guess more or less, I’d much rather be alone than settle for a group of people to hang around with, with whom I’d have little in common.  I do think people would be surprised by how solitary I am.  I know it is very odd, but it’s better this way, I believe.  I’ll never just shrug and accept a behatted guy or some facegirl as a friend, just because it seems like the Thing a young person should do.

a list of celebrities people have said i look like:
-disney princess (sleeping beauty specific)
-amy adams
-taylor swift
-”that girl from married with children” (i’ve got to imagine they meant christina applegate, or else katie segal and……………………i do not believe that, no)
-taylor sprietler (this one was really odd as she seems…totally unknown but the woman must like that soap opera)
-a doll

a list of celebrities i really look like:
-a paper bag covered in white out, with a cheap, frizzy blonde wig on top and googly eyes with dead spiders for eyelashes
-the paper bag is pretty accurate imho

Someone tried to scam me at the register, they paid for a candy with a 50 dollar bill (not that odd, a lot of people come around to break such bills) but then wanted me to change out a stack of 1s for his 50.  I told him I couldn’t do that, and he got a little beligerant.   I just kept counting out his money, handed him his change, and told him customer service could that for him.  He was all like, “alright well where are they” like, “oh now you are the irate customer who has been wronged!”.  When he got there, apparently they busted him for something (i assume the 1s had counterfeits, or eles he was trying to doublecount or something) and told him to just leave.  They came around to check my till, the 50 was legit, as I knew it was, then they were even checking back the tapes.  I felt pretty chuffed.  What a dick, though.  What a con, asshole, you’ll get a whole what…50 bucks out of the matter?  How about you just get a job?  I wouldn’t risk embarrassing myself or getting arrested for anything less than…christ, a grand?  that isn’t even a lot, I’d have to be pretty sure I wouldn’t get caught.

Anyway, the thing that irritates me is they just ask them to leave.  Some other woman is a known grift/shoplifter, and she is still allowed in the store.  Give me one ounce of power over that sort of thing, and this store could be assured they’d never have to worry about loss prevention again.  I have no qualms about calling someone out on that sort of thing.  By the way, we are a massive, massive, (largest retail chain on Earth, I believe) store, that brings in massive amounts of money.  If we’re missing out on one hillbilly’s food stamp issuances, so be it.  Just tell her, and tell him, that they are no longer allowed in this store, and they will be escorted out if seen inside again.  Like they have any large networks with which to share this grand injustice with.  Who gives a shit?  Stop allowing yourselves to be victims.  All the managers and slightly-higher-up cashiers do, though.  We have people who work here who are absolutely, monstrously slacking.   Not that it is any business of mine as a low-level employee, screw them at every chance if you like, I say–I just know that if I were given a position of authority…anywhere, it would be a pretty tight ship.  So many people just seem to be afraid to say anything to others.  If I knew I’d have no repercussions other than to be seen as a dick,  so what?   Here, I reveal that I would be a real douchebag to work for.

Not a douche, I just wouldn’t let thieves and cons continue to shop in a store if I had the opportunity to stop them.  Maybe corporate has some policy about not banning customers.  Seems ridiculous.  Why continue to allow yourself to be fucked about?

Same with these ‘price checks’ we do.  Some asshole gets in line, wants to compare prices with shops that are nowhere near our competition–shops in totally different sectors than us.

Discounters, bulk retailers, specialty retailers, et cetera.  Those prices, those places, are not…comparable to ours, therefore, I do not believe we should allow them to change our prices to reflect the ones they see in ads for those shops.  For instance, The Dollar Tree.  People will come here, get some soda, and say “UHHH DOLLAR TREE HAS IT FOR A DOLLAR”.  “Hey cool story brah maybe you should go there instead of here so you can get eeevveeerything for a dollar, ps, the dollar tree is a totally different type of place than the one you are currently shopping at, and odds are good the soda that is a dollar there is not the same soda you are purchasing–or it is an odd batch, or it is nearing expiry, or it is just off-brand, but whatever, whatever, whatever”

Oh, and the most annoying is Aldi.  You know why Aldi is cheaper, goons?  Aldi is cheaper because you bring your own bags, you pack your own shit–you pretty much eliminate a person’s entire paycheck by shopping there.  Aldi doesn’t have to pay as many people, and they don’t have to purchase as many bags, soooo yeah, the prices reflect that.  See though, that is a totally different business model and pricing ladder, so not really in the same league.  You want discounted prices such as the type you’ll find at Aldi?  You should have to go there, and put up with the inconveniences that your thriftiness earns you.    By the way, business for which I work, why can’t we have baggers?  I hate the big box retailers for this, all of them are alike in this respect.  Just hire two or three more people for every shift, and have them rotate around helping large orders with packing up their bags–like legitimate groceries do.

Better idea, get rid of what is the absolutely redundant position of “door greeter”, and hire people on for the same amount of money as “bag couriers” or something.  Maybe they can even double as “door greeters”, in the way that they watch the door for theft when not bagging.  The rest of the ‘door greeters’ responsibilities are stupid, and archaic.  This isn’t Rancher Smorkey’s Old Timey Feed ‘n’ Seed, so cut all the Mayberry aw-shucks bullshit.  Modern up, maybe you can mask your unethical corporate behavior that way.

If I did not actively despise the company I work for, I would tell someone how stupid I think these policies are.

flarking tiberius

i am torn between two super powers:

1) the ability to make everyone agree with me, so mind manipulation, more or less
2)  invisibility, just plain old invisibility.  i mean, i suppose i’d like to be able to turn it off and on.

They relate to my “”"IRL”"”" (in real life) in the following ways:

1) this is pretty obvious, who doesn’t want to control other people’s thoughts and feelings and actions.  it has nothing but benefits, soooo—
2)I’d love to just turn invisible.  I’d constantly be in people’s homes.  Just regular folks, and I’d just listen forever.  I want to hear everything that I’m not supposed to hear, and know all the little arcane, mundane factoids about every life, ever.  I don’t even really want money from it, even though being invisible means you can just sneak into vaults and the like, I just want to see people walking around out in public, and know that I’ve known every little bit about them.

is that weird
i don’t think it is
but part of me wonders how many people would be totally creeped out by someone revealing that to be the reasoning behind what their superpower choice is.–.-.-.-.-.-

flying has no appeal whatsoever
why bother
isnt that what our Fantastical Flying Furloughs are for ? ? ?
SHeeeeSH.

two blogs 2nite
I’ve never had a nosebleed

if i told you i just youtube’d “caillou vlog” would you still luv me
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N_j0SU0Anjo
no joke guys that is actually grosser than having sex with a dog

i wouldve expected husky vlog to be cooler

sheesh ive never felt the need to “”"”vlog”"”" about MY OPINION or MY JOKES and try to get viewers to it because really, who ca-a-ares (((***ps a personal journal is different, it isnt like im suggesting people read this , it is barely linked to anything i do except for somewhere hidden on my Internet Profile , or just googling, but who bothers to do that ***i know someone does  }:?| )))

one thing i hate is how all the videos i’ve uploaded to youtube (okay like seventy percent) just have enormous discussions about whether or not some stupid band is racist/fascist/nazi fetishist

The band is fronted by a gay guy, who pretty obviously has it hard for the nazi aesthetic.  not that strange, it is actually a pretty common ”””fetish””’, or a common aspect of a further ””’fetish”” (a fuhrer fetish L.O.L)
and im pretty sure the person who did a documentary about them was a black man
aaaanddd they’ve played concert(s) in israel
so they are kind of bad at being nazis but douglas p is good at being attracted to clean-cut uniforms and domination, sooooo

anyway it just brings my whole thing down because then anytime i make a comment on another video people go there and are like “oh woooow so this person is like a nazi or something i guess, grosssssssss”

whatevvvverrrs cleeveeeerrrssss

this is lame, why did i write two blogs?

str8 hail

So my dog is going in for her spaying surgery tomorrow, and I am nervous!~!~!

I don’t want her to die, and I just get the feeling she might.  I mean, it is in a barn, technically.  Sort of, I guess, not so much, BUT, they also work on farm animals.  Cows and the like.  Seems like a professional outlet UNTIL.-.–.-…~~city confidential

So I worry there will be a mix-up with the tranquilizers and they’ll end up overdosing her.  Or just a routine mess-up that kills her.  She’ll probably be fine though, logic just dictates that.  It is something all vets perform, probably a lot, so no big deal.

It is also going to cost me a lot of money.  Ehhhhhhhh.  I wish I could just do it myself.  I’ve been grooming her myself, just let me rent a scalpel, one of those Elizabethan collars, and some anti-bleeding powder, I’ll

GIT ”GRRRR”’ DONE

or dun
whatevs

I came up with a pretty clever punword, but I’m afraid to tell anyone for fear that they’ll use it themselves for something that gets famous or important, and I’ll be wearing a sandwich board and a barrel w/ suspenders for a shirt in a year’s time, telling teenage girls that I was the one who really came up with that damn word and that i’ll buy them some Malibu flavored rum if they’d only tell me that I’m clever and then punch me in the stomach as hard as you can girls come on

I was so excited about Netflix for about a month, but now I’ve had the same copy of Motel Hell/Deranged out for the past uhhhh month

Motel Hell was alright, Deranged was alright.  Deranged actually was better, just because the corpses used were pretty good.  I think probably not realistic, but I don’t like realism.  The less realistic, the better.  I like dreamy, totally false, impossible-looking things.  Fantastical, I suppose.  Claymation, real props, that sort of thing.  LOOOOOL H8N CGI s0oo0ooOOo00 2006

i still fight the good fights

MIA was on Real Time, and her opinion on some large civil war in her “country of origin”, which really seemed to be moreso her country of ethnic background, because wikipedia tells me that she was born in the UK (soooo) was ehhh

to be fair, what should I care what MIA has to say unless it is about where I can score some weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeds

which by the way i haven’t came anywhere near having in over a year
mostly because i have not had friends since then and i think i seem very ” upstanding citizen ” at work so no one under the age of 40 would think im cool enough not to be a narc or a evangelist or something :_(

they are probably right to think that , i’m like doris day when i am there

ahhggghhhh i am sooo B~O~R~E~D

thrill kill kult might’ve broken up
n o  o n e  k n o w s . . . . .

some lady in my lane at work the other day had a retarded son that at first I thought was normal
then he started talking
and I was like ahhhh, that explains the eyebrows

he was like, 40
she was probably 60 or so
I can’t imagine a worse thing, then to be taking care of some large child who is sort of incapable of gratitude until you are dead……………………..i’d be all like, “doc get this thing OUTTA me!” and then it’d be settled.  Or, I’d just Kennedy it.  Put them in a nice facility somewhere, never to bring down the rest of us at vacations.  You know you’d always have to dumb down vacations, too.  You could never tour a museum, it would always have to revolve around childthings.  Disney, amusement parks…it would definitely blow, in large and small ways.  I talk too much about how much I’d hate to have a mentally disabled child, it really seems either dickish, or I’m trying to talk fate out of giving me one by threatening to treat it really badly.  I’ve pretty much said that a lot, one of my favorite gags when the subject of having a retarded kid comes up (which it does often wthhhhh) is to say “I’ll just keep getting rid of them until you give up the lesson, god.” and i look up at the sky and make a gunpoint

I think you “”"Get The Picture!!!”

it usually gets a laugh

but yeah if there is a god i am deeeefinitely having a disabled kid  :__(

anyway, her son was disabled, but she was a bitch!

It came to the end of her transaction and when she swiped her card and the terminal asked her (briefly, it defaults to English) if she wanted Spanish or English, she sezzz:
“There is only one language.  This is still Uhmerca.”

Meanwhile, her son is squealing about a football shaped thermos and her methy daughter, baby in tow, keeps saying “Why come” about cheez-its or something

I’m like, lady. come on.  don’t even.  what makes you think:
1) i want to hear your words/participate in a conversation/be aware of your opinion on anything outside of cordiality?  I don’t drop shit like that at strangers.  I don’t tell your twangy ass that I wish we could salt the Earth that bore you and yours, and never speak of that region of UMERCA again, right?  I don’t suggest that maybe you should’ve stopped breeding after the first one came out so shit, correct?  I don’t say anything like that, because I live in a society.
2) what you are speaking barely registers as English, and you know it, but you revel in your regional speech, or else…you wouldn’t do it.  I imagine we were born in around the same area, yes?  I don’t speak like you, my family doesn’t speak with you, and no one I really interact with on a substantial level in this area speaks like you.  I know it isn’t impossible, you just think you’re all the more ‘real’ for it, don’t you?  Get out.
3) Have you ever been outside of this much vaunted America of yours?  Had you ever been, I trust that you’d understand how difficult it is to be in a country where the primary language is not your native tongue–the language you’ve used since birth.  Even if a Spanish-speaking immigrant comes to this country with years and years of English language study under their belt, they’re STILL going to be more comfortable using Spanish–just as you or I would be more comfortable using English in France, even if we spoke French well enough to get by as citizens there, we’d still be so grateful to get the chance to fully understand what was coming up on a screen over there.  Do you get that?  Does it make sense?  How does it hurt you, to make others more comfortable in alien situations?  I certainly hope you don’t consider yourself a religious person.  Who would Jesus insist speak exclusively AHNNGLISH?
4) You have no idea who I am.  For all you know, I am Chilean.  Or my husband’s Mexican.  I didn’t say much to you; maybe Spanish is my primary language?  What should that matter?  What made you so certain that you had a anglo-confidante, a sympathetic ear,  in me?  I suppose I am pretty obviously Caucasian, but even still–there are plenty of people in Latin America, or shit, in Spain, who look just like me.  Even if you knew for a fact that I was nothing but a Northern European cur, that still doesn’t mean you get to have a shitty opinion stew with me.

I am weak though, I said nothing. Nothing at all.  I just let my face fall, gave her a receipt, and told her to have a nice day.  There is no changing people, and the cashier at her local area Walmart isn’t going to make her rethink her position on the Spanish language being available as an option at bank machines, nothing would.

I just don’t like people, and I probably never will.  Someday I’ll just have a nice little world, all to myself, with a mate who agrees with me on this sort of thing or at least humors me and pretends to, and some kids that will be forced to agree with me all the time or else they don’t get to have xboxes, and we’ll live out in the woods, declare ourselves a sovereign nation.  We’ll call it Groovy Gritch, and the teens will make out there, but when the FBI storms the place, the teens, they will be gone.  Scattered like dreams, like dust in the w i n d . . .

yeah thats it, the ticket is right there, the ticket 2 riIide

i’d probably be a lot happier in a place where most people at least wouldn’t think i was a witch if they had any idea what sorts of things I agreed with

So Indiana is more or less o-u-t

ho hum, that milwaukee move is either going to be SOON or MUCH LATER or NEVER, it all depends on the job decisions of another guy, who is indecisive

my grandmother, uncles, and dad all are technically going to be canadian citizens in a matter of months or something

My grandma was forced to renounce her Canadian citizenship as a kid, while Canada was doing that thing where you had to not be Canadian anymore in order to become an American, or something…anyway, they are reinstating hers, and offering citizenship to her children as well.  Not her grandchildren though.  SharXxxxxxXXx

i think i’d really like canada
or anywhere
I really should’ve never been in such a hurry to leave london
I mean for real I had the chance to uhhhhh totally live the rest of my life there

my dad had a job that was in no danger of not being around, and he was quite comfortable, and everything there was just so much better than it is here.

why did I bother coming back, what is here for me that I couldn’t find anywhere else, in more quantity and with more quality?

i came back for my friends, and to finish high school.  for what?  what has all of that gotten me?  I haven’t spoken to any of those friends in shit, maybe a year?  All those precious people that I had to leave one of the most ____ cities in the world for?  The people who I couldn’t stand to look at months after graduation?  The ones I still liked, where are they?  I don’t know, haven’t bothered to look.

And school, who gives a shit. I could’ve gone to a community college over there, started off on a path of doing some lame bullshit.  I could’ve worked at the Asda for christsakes, pretty much directly what I’m doing, just in a more fun, awesome, full-of-things place.

whatever.  we have to live with every stupid little decision we make, and as far as they go, coming back the united states to finish my senior year of high school hardly ranks up there with unwed teenage mother sooooo

well now i’m just angry and tired

all that griping tuckered me out

i’m pretty excited about ______
it is sure to be awesome

I really need to return Motel Hell/Deranged.
I am expected an assortment of Things in the mail, that is always nice.

I get paid in like, another week.  That will be Nice.
I found someone on Soulseek with a whole bunch of old Hammer Film soundtracks.  That is NIce.
Oh yeah, best of all, the soundtrack to Vengeance of She.  Now I want to see the movie; although I’m sure it sort of blows, in ways that I find acceptable, but blowage none-the-less.  NICe.
I have tomorrow off.  NICE.
I have wanted a root beer all day, but I haven’t had root beer in years.  Maybe I’ll get some root beer tomorrow, after I drop Taffy off.  Maybe I’ll go all the way to Sonic, and try one of their million different drinks.  I like drinks.  I wish I had some way of just stocking my entire home with drink and drink accessories.  yeah

that is

the

d r e a m
c’est une reve
into the grave