On The Road

Lot of random positive verbs and nouns placed together out here. They make me feel fuzzy.

Lots of road signs. Christ may be the answer, but what is the question?

Paradox

No one likes a conceited person. This is pretty universal; you especially don't want to work with one. You'll just end up smearing Cheez-Wiz on their personal affects/bloody corpse.

That said, it's odd how some interview's are set up so that a "successful" candidate essentially must boast about themselves. I'm thinking along the lines of "What is your greatest strength/weakness?" and "Where do you see yourself in 5 years?" Turns out the answer to that question isn't "Doing the same job, wishing for death and developing a drinking problem while cursing my boss". In any case, conceitedness just seems like a natural effect of answering the questions.
so goddamn lonely
You really do need meet people, get out and shake things up. it's just hard to do so without an excuse. Which is why I'm thinking of starting a masturbation club: you show up to wank, you stay for the company. You've got at least one thing in common, and it's perfectly natural, almost healthy, so it's got that over bars at least. People just don't want to talk in the library, so I think this is the natural substitute, considering how much people masturbate at the library anyhow.
you make me so sick
Eat your damn vegetables, you look like you're made of potatoes and sawdust. Tired, sad potatoes. With bags under your eyes.
i want out of this
There is no adsense, only copper.

Money?!

No ads here. That's capitalism. DO I LOOK GERMAN? Enough of your horrible pancaking of my senses.

Go listen to some Freezepop, get your techno on.

Schwag

I've always been fascinating by the incredible variety there is in human sexuality. It's so odd that a process that is usually fairly cut and dry (screwing) can mutate so spectacularly. Most people figure it's a childhood thing, but I'm pretty sure it's plenty more complicated.

I guess it's possible that some people just really like their stuffed animals, or suppositories. Or hairy guys.

But then, I was never sure what women saw in the male physique, so I'm hardly an expert.

Concerning Mobility

Many wonder why the poor are unable to raise them above their station, to improve. For many, I believe it's because they can't even conceive of it. Success for them has been placed so far away, and no one else in their strata knows of it, so they don't either. That's why there are so many big TVs and trucks in down and out places: this is what success looks like to them.

So fuck that kid. College has other uses besides the piece of paper.

Damnit

Damn eyes, big pokey bags of jelly stuck in my skull. Sons of bitches need to come out. Things are messed up, I think paradise was imagined by schizophrenics. Could of used some Haldol in the past.

Things are falling apart but never repaired, just replaced. Need to fix things, that may help. The scorched earth smells bad.

Schwa*

One may wonder why there are rules in place concerning public displays of affection. Such a person realizes why after seeing a couple flirting and touching in public. Christ, I watch porn like its going out of style, and I just don't want to see that stuff when I'm working, or whatever my analogue is.

Damn Valentine day. I think the Communists invented it so the non-breeding people would kill themselves, opening up resources for Spawn #93X45G1.

Music after 10 is meant to be listened to on headphones.

People seem rather oblivious to possibility. I think it's because no one tells them about it. I would, but I don't want to go in the box. It's dark and I don't like cramped places.

Giving a Shit

Few remember that part of living any where is holding up your end, be it the social contract or looking after other's property, or just not damaging others.

In other words, if I ever catch that bitch dropping garbage everywhere, we're gonna have a long discussion about acting like a human being and not some disgusting vermin in need of extermination.
brutes

Pit of Despair and Cheap Tabloids

You know why most people won't ride the bus? It's not because of lack of speed or filth; it's because the terminal is the most depressing damn place ever conceived by man. People who can't drive a car just sitting, waiting, arguing with their child/loved one/demented friends, making a ruckus over nothing, screaming children tugging on tired mothers, and more cheap newsprint then you can set fire too.

I've got to stop drinking down there.

Lid of the Powderkeg

I almost had the world by the short hairs, you know. I was this close. I could taste it. The plan was perfect:

1. Create a private fish stock.
2. Attach eyebrows to the world's population of free fish.
3. Anarchy reigns.

No one would be able to kill a fish that can emote, and with eyebrows, they can express their terror only too easily. Grown fisherman who have ridden the salty waves would double over crying. People who wanted the succulent, Catholic approved meat of fish would be forced to partake of my own private stock. Once I was in control of the fish, the world would follow.

My eyes hurt.

Unknown Benefits

I learned some important things this week. The most important nugget though involves the monarchy, in a general sense.

As it turns out, the reason why the position of king or queen or what have you has been historically vied for is not the power that comes with it, but the various perks. Specifically, orphan baiting.

Generally, this involves teasing them with things they would theoretically enjoy. In the video I saw, Queen Elizabeth 1 would pick up a small puppy, ask if the little urchins would like the cute little dog, then cackle with glee, mock them mercilessly about their lack of a family, and then eat the puppy raw in front of them. The other recorded variant involves eating a vast quantity of chocolate in front of a pack of caged orphans (back when that was still legal), then either letting her dogs eat it or urinating on it, there by spoiling a large amount of expensive candy. she would then masturbate while the children cried.

Rich people are different from you or I.