Listening to: Rain and Cat
Feeling: aloof
Maybe it's the calmness in the Voice of Rain, that draws me to stare at it. And simply listen...
All night my Mind ran away on me, it's constant flow - an Arousal of thought done nothing in the Slightest to ease my Hatred, of being at work.
" Yes, Stupid Woman... I don't have a Nametag... "
" Why?? Why you ask, Oh my Dear Goodness "
" Can't you see, Stupid Woman...... I HAVE THE ABILITY TO REMEMBER MY OWN NAME BY NOW !!! "
Whyyy am i surrounded by Fricken Idiots...
Yes, i am quite aware.. My Conscience likes to talk to it's -Conscience, in 66-99's " As According to my Year 6 Ingerlangd Teashurr " !!!
but it's funny knowing you can make it across the road infront of a car wen they are not so sure of u. the look on their faces wen u dance in triumph on the safety of the opposite pavement, after they quite clearly shit themselves admist your crazy arm flapping, high speed runnin w/insane grinningness
My name tag reads "albiertito Indurain".
This lets people know I a) speak no english or b) don't wish to speak to them.
Jobs suck.
Let's invent a new pie and win Wheel of Fortune.
Then you may want to wear a lead body suit and wear it upside down on the inside of that. Duct taped.