Chik-chika-chik-kah

I don't have anything at all to write. No one really even reads this, except maybe two or three people, and I don't really have alot to say that any of them would find interesting.

I went all day yesterday at work without saying anything more than "FUCKING FAGGOT!" and "ARE YOU EYBALLIN' ME, NEW FISH?". I said both like a black guy, over and over. I am going to miss working there because it is the only place I've ever been that encourages you to be a complete asshole. We talk about stuffing Kayla (the Jewish one) into the ovens (it's a German bakery), talk about "nigger noise", and generally act insanely offensively. I'm thinking of getting "Arbeit Macht Frei" tattooed on my upper arm, because life has more or less shown me that as long as you work hard, you're generally free to be as horrible as you want and still be loved by everyone around you.

I guess it coud just be that I'm the "coolest kid at the bakery", which is why I'm so well liked despite my best efforts, but since that's pretty compareable to being the "smartest kid with down syndrome", I kind of hope not. It is actually kind of possible though. People here are sort of weak and kind of pathetic, and no one I've met here could probably make it back home. All you really need to do to be everyone's favorite person is to be a little outgoing, an asshole in a funny way, and to be able to pick up on a few vibes here and there.

I reached a realization that nearly everyone I've ever been genuinely atrracted to (i.e. would probably go out of my way to sleep with) looks ALOT like Lisa. Not identical, but close enough that you could see it too.

Then I realized Lisa looks ALOT like someone I knew years and years and years ago. Like, a bustier younger sister type of similarity. Infact she looks more like the busty young sister to this girl than her own busty young sister looks like her.

Well. I suddenly don't care about this blogging buisness. Here's some shiny shit to entertain your simple little brain.