April 24th, 2003

Self-Portrait 3

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It's times like this I wish I still smoked. At least then I'd have something to do to break up the monotony.

When I came to work this morning, I really didn't think I'd be here until eleven o'clock. So, no books, no music, no nothing. I also didn't anticipate having to walk home in the dark, in soaking wet fifty degree weather, so no jacket. But, on the plus side, by the time I get home my batteries will have been in their charger for about eight hours past their charging time, so if there's a flaming pile of rubble where my apartment used to be... uh, yeah. My bad.

Retard John let me borrow his copy of Jackass yesterday. His level of enthusiasm at the things contained in the movie kind of make me nervous about watching it, but not nearly as nervous as the fact that he says he won't let his son watch it. Given that this is the same son he encourages to play Grand Theft Auto and kidnap hookers, that's kinda scary.

I have a question for anyone of the female persuasion who reads this: Say there's a guy that you've seen a couple times, but don't necessarily know. One day in passing (nothing out of the ordinary, you're going your way and he's going his and your paths happen to cross), he makes eye contact with you and smiles. Would you react by smiling brightly, waving and saying hi? And if you did, could he consider this to be a good thing?

It's kind of been a weird week. And short, too. I can't believe it's already Thursday. Hopefully I'll feel better after I get some food in my belly.
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