Some people look at him and go "wow, that looks really dull and lonely.", get their stuff, then leave.

I look at him and go "Wow, you make more money than I ever will simply by sitting on your couch and redistributing what someone else worked for." and wish I could have gotten in on it at some point.

I think it's funny how drug dealers are percieved nowadays. If you sell drugs, you're looked at as some sort of failure.

Really, let's think about this. Person A goes to school, works hard, gets into a good university, spends thousands of dollars to study up, then becomes, say, a doctor, making around a hundred grand a year, most of which goes to paying back the schooling they've spent most of their life taking.

Person B quits highschool at sixteen, and goes to work at McDonald's. He starts selling on the side. Assuming he sells at least three ounces a day (which I will usually buy by myself when I pick up, provided I have the money), he's made AT LEAST a hundred dollars, plus whatever his real job pays. That adds up to a minimum of around 30 thousand dollars a year. That's nearly a third of what person A makes, minimum. If person B sells more than that, which is incredibly likely, they will make even more. Replace the pot with somethig like coke, and you're making more than Person A by quite a bit.

Now, consider how much time and money person A spent to become a doctor and make that kind of cash. Consider the amount of effort Person B put in proportionate to that.

Now, consider this. Person A decides he HATES being a doctor. It's too bad he's in debt now and can't do anything else. Person B hates being a dealer. So he stops and does something else.

See what I mean? While I agree with the premise that selling drugs isn't a great accomplishment in life because it IS so easy, neither is wasting most of your life to be just as unhappy with things.

As another example, look at me and Lisa. Up until this year, I made more mostly legitimate money than anyone I know (excluding like, my rich uncle), and have not finished grade ten. Lisa went to school for massage therapy, decided she didn't want to do it, and now has a couple thousand dollars to pay back. I'm pretty sure she's never made over ten bucks and hour, despite her college education and honor roll grades. Even unemployed, a basic knowledge of gardening garnered from spending more time playing with peas and potatoes than going to school means I can theoretically make 10 times what she makes working her ass off at the hotel, simply by "adding water".

And on an also somewhat related note:

FUCK OFF. Seriously. I can't even go on facebook anymore. You're always on, and constantly feel the need to tell me how horribly and completely you've fucked up your life, and enjoyed doing so.

YOu'd think, judging by the way I reply to you with no more than one or two words, that you would clue in.

But no. YOu just message and message until I express some tiny fake amount of interest in you.

Blah.

Saw you got Facebook today. Thought I'd deleted ya, but nope, you showed up in the "from your contacts" sidebar.

I was wondering what you've been up to since my last week at the casino, when a "DeVitt" started there.

Anyhow, I don't really want to talk to you anymore, but it's nice to know you aren't dead or homeless or something.


On a quasi-related note:

Lindsay and I were talking today, and it came up that we'd never hooked up. While this is definately the best way for things to have turned out (I generally don't like talking to those I sleep with when I'm done sleeping with them, and at the age when this would have occured, she likely would have been no exception), it does seem REALLY weird we never did.

I mean, you think about the fact we dated, we drank together a bunch, and we even ended up in the tub once or twice (LAWL). It sort of seems like we would have just kinda gone "eh, wanna have sex?" at some point.

There are of course some reasons for this (besides the lack of attraction) that I can think of, which I won't share here, but considering how long we've known eachother, and the general lack of boundaries in our friendship, etc. etc. just sort of seems odd.


On a related-yet-unrelated-note:

Been thinking about getting rid of my facebook lately. Why? The only person I every talk to on there, that I actually want to talk to, is Lindsay. We usually talk for a few minutes once a month or so.

The rest of the time, I get a million fucking messages (and accordingly, emails) from people, telling me "Oh hey, I got kicked out of my house, but I have shrooms so life is great" and shit like that. It's really fucking depressing.

I mean really. My life kinda sucks, and I still think I'm doing better than most of the people in DC. That's just sad.


Speaking of things that suck, Tracey and Shea got fired from the Casino too, so they've virtually purged the whole night shift now. I'm pretty convinced Shea got me fired, so I have no sympathy for him, but sucks for Tracey.

Anyway, that's it for now.



A change from the usual sorts of music.

I never really realized it before, but Fraggle Rock is actually a pretty technically impressive show. I mean, the intro alone has like forty fucking puppets in it, and they're all singing in union. While there's only probably ten or so actual voices in there, the fact that Jim Henson could find that many people capable of doing the weird Fraggle singing voice sure impressed me.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j7TTk_0XYn4

I'm unable to embed it, but it's worth watching.

On top of that, excepting the scenes with the fat troll things (which are impressive due to the scaling and such, as are the little dudes in the intro, which, if I remember, are Doozers), there's always at least ten fraggles on screen doing things, in a well designed set that fits it all without showing strings or obviously being designed to hide things.

While looking for the intro, I found this. When you add DJ Kool to anything, it = the best ever. Add in the inhereint awesomeness of Fraggles, and, well.



I also managed to find a whole episode, and quite a few more are available. It's not a bad one, though it's a little different from the version I saw the other day.



It's a musical kids show, which means I should hate it, but childhood memories, and the fact that it's just a nice show, make me actually kind of like it.

So yeah, you should like Fraggles, cause they're actually pretty cool, and a perfect stoner show.


On a completely unrelated note, having only one decent 24 hour background channel has not messed with my sanity in any way. Nope.

I've been talking to a Zoophile online alot lately. Yes, I mean a person who fucks or believes they have romantic relationships with animals.

He's actually a genuinely interesting guy, and, ignoring what this probably says about me, I find this topic insanely fascinating.

I mean really. The guy is married* to a fucking tiger. How could that not be kind of interesting?

The following is a excerpt from our conversation thus far, in an answer format. I was for some reason unable to find my questions, but you can kinda figure it out.

"It's not so much that a marriage would be inconvenient, it's that a marriage is an institution. A legal one, really, more than a romantic one, so it just wouldn't be right to submit my love to that. Now, if society overnight became totally accepting of our relationship, I wouldn't say no to a little ceremony, nor would she as she never misses an opportunity to get way too much attention at once, haha.

For me, it's never been an attraction to all animals, by any means, and it's always, even when I was extremely young, pivoted around cats. I dreamed of deer when I was a young teen, and had a brief tryst with a very nice dog who caught my attention but was not mine. I was drunk, but no one ever found out; resolved to never become that inebriated again, although the dog sure liked me particularly after that. But my first real lover, the first I really had feelings for, was a cat.

I do feel that I am in a monogamous relationship, and have a bit of animosity towards people, particularly other zoophiles, who are polygamous. It takes a lot of work and attention to become so close to a member of another species. They find it quite easy to understand us, just by being around us, but due to the limitations of our senses and our conditioned reliance on language, we must put in that extra effort. I find it difficult to believe anyone could have that level of understanding and companionship with more than one animal in their life; to me, it seems like they're simply being used as a sexual outlet and the occasional but relatively noncommittal romantic one.

It's quite clear that as far as feelings, my love is mine alone. Although there are other people she is fond of, she does not react to them nearly in the same way she does to me, even disregarding primal needs such as sex and sustenance. I try to be as objective about this as possible, so I hope you will take my word for this. As far as sex, she's never had the opportunity. Cats, like most species, don't really draw the same love-sex connection that we do, so although I somehow get the feeling that she would react adversely to petitions other than mine, even during her heat cycle. It is a fact that there are members of all cat species, who are not in the terribly minute minority, who do mate for life. I can't support the theory that she is one of them, however, nor frankly would I mind too much if I was wrong due to said lack of connection.

Questions are good. They're actually why I'm here: I'm representin', haha. So don't be afraid of asking too many, or asking the 'wrong' questions. Worst that can happen is I just refuse to answer and move on.



I don't know. I just find this fascinating. I mean, it's one thing to come out as gay, but how many people have the balls to admit they dig non-humans?
*See the first topic.

Haven't updated in forever. Lindsay would not approve of what I've been up to lately, and it's frankly not the type of things to put on the internet anyway.

Slightly less recently:

Did in fact get fired. Woulda made my year and a half, but I pointed out potential internal theft to someone, they reported it without bothering to look into it (which is what they get paid to do), and when it turned out to be nothing, they blamed me to save their own worthless ass. Mind you, I was given absolutely no reason for my dismissal, despite asking two seperate managers (who told me opposite things, neither of which made alot of sense anyway), and a co-worker (who I guess thought I quit). I'm not overly broken up about it, as I know I'm a pretty decent worker and have never been fired before, but it's pretty annoying that I wasn't given a specific reason, and am left to guess.

Anyway, I have decided to finish my highschool, for three reasons:

1. Truthfully, I don't see a need for it, as I used to/usually make more money than almost anyone I know, including my parents. While I haven't had a job like that in a bit, they are ALWAYS available, should I need one. However, I can't tell my kids to go to school if I haven't. And if it turns out school is indeed a waste of time, and it's better and easier to graduate as an adult, then I can tell them that.

2. It gives me a chance to sit here and fix up the house a bit.

3. It gives me a chance to sit here and get stoned while still doing something semi-useful.

I'm getting awfully burnt out with life.

You. That is smart. And probably good for you. And about time, I was starting to worry a little. Probably not a fun concept for you, but... It would have sucked to see someone make that overly common mistake. So good for you. Anyway.

I've been playing alot of Xbox lately. 360s are fun, but I need more people to play with than the two or three from work. I also am now a Netflix fan.

Lessie, what else? I've been a little depressed lately. I'm getting bored. And work is stressy as fuck sometimes. T's hubby's ok ish, minus a leg. He is offering a $500 reward for it's return. Apparently, limbs are thrown out when amputated. I personally would have turned it into a lamp or something.

I'm not looking forward to finding another job. I have no plans to quit, but I will probably be fired in about a year and a half, most likely right after I become a full time supervisor. Trust me, if you worked where I work, you would understand how I can put such a specific shelf life on myself.

Welp, outta stuff for now.