I Eat Because I'm Fat and I'm Fat Because I Eat!
For the past few months I've been driving myself insane with thoughts of everyone around me practicing the act of dishonesty. It seemed as if everyone was an adroit liar and I had to catch them. Okay, so you thinks I's crazy now, huh? I'll go deeper...
"Do you think my haircut is ugly," I'd walk in my parents house and ask everyone who was there.
They hesitate. Some look at each other first, while others stare at their fingers then reply, "No. It's great!"
THEY'RE LYING!!!!! I think to myself. Why must my mind form these mental images of snakes swirling around in the grass, unaware that I'm standing nearby with a lawnmower. When the grass is cut, the snakes will show. It seems like so many people in my life are phony.
There was a friend of mine that I called up on the phone. When we spoke it was like she wasn't interested in anything that I had to say. Come a few months later, she finds out through a mutual friend that I've been making more money and now have a business started up and she calls me all smiles and sunshine.
FUCK OFF!
I hate to seem to evil and I know my mouth can be as nasty as the Mississippi river, but damnit, sometimes that fake stuff just pisses me off.
I'll go to a store clerk and ask him, "Do you know where the tampons are?"
His eyes'll shift to where they are but because his lazy ass doesn't want to do his job he'll tell me, "sorry, dude-" And what the hell is up with calling me "dude?" How unprofessional is that. Who hired this kid, his uncle Tony who thinks he's one of the Gotti children? Anyway, back on track, "-sorry dude, but I ain't got a clue."
Keep in mind that his eyes are bloodshot and his breath smells like weed out of a walrus' asshole!
Well, that's enough for right now. Tune in next time when I talk about the joys of bathtub and shower masturbation.
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You know if you had the time and energy you could get a real kick (and some payback) outa fucking with the high-on behind the counter. For instance, you could repeatedly turn around and keep asking him "where the tampons are" because you can't seem to find them. But it must be repeated, bothersome even, that is the point. Or, you could do the old Super Troopers act. Saying 'Meow' in every question or remark. "Which isle was that meow??" Thats always a good call! |
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Life sucks, stop whining. I hate to be blunt man, but the fact is that this world revolves around lies. This place runs alot smoother because they take the time to pad sentences and walk on eggshells. Don't screw with a good thing. You don't want to know if they're lieing. Stop trying to act like you do. You may think you're clean as a new knit blanket, but you're not my friend. I'm not going to pretend to know you, and will insist that you are your own individual - but if you've gotten to the age of 22 without being fake at one point and time... you sir are a God and deserve to be idolized. With that said, I'll repeat myself. Life sucks, People suck, stop being suprised that you found out something everyone else has already learned to deal with. :P Again, sorry for being harsh - you're 22 years old and are whining like a 15 year old man. You've surely got a better grip on reality than this. And by the way, if you expect cashiers to be 'professional' - you're spending too much at the convience store. :P |
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In no way am I complaining. I understand that life is a bitch and sometimes she bites. No, nothing is perfect. And with a world that allows the small amount of free speech we have left, I choose to rant about subjects that could mean less to me if I were in, let's say, a 3rd world country. It's good to be on the Internet! Love, peace and empathy to all! Terry J. Snipes |
