Friday, June 27, 2008

Rumors

My, my, my what a crooked web we weave. Some how I got pulled into a huge rumor-fest this week, which really pisses me off. As it stands now I’m still not exactly sure what happened. Someone said something while someone else decided that they would embellish what was said only adding to an already bad situation. Then without warning I’m pulled off to the side and interrogated by a woman you could swear wanted nothing more than to castrate every man alive. So me being the nice guy that I am; I decide ill tell her what I know which is absolutely nothing. Then when I told her that said parties involved seemed to have learned their lesson she told me “ I don’t want to hear it!” Well excuse me!!!! All I did was fill in the blanks than she starts talking about hunting my friends down and performing torturous experiments involving sharp pointy objects. Well maybe not that bad but she wanted someone’s head. Really the whole thing was ridiculous. What exactly was I suppose to do? It’s not like I was even present for said rumored event. I’m surprised the lady didn’t perform a strip search! I told her that these where my friends involved and that I didn’t want her to screw up my friendship over her petty shit. Next thing I hear is that I started the whole rumor!!! Can you believe that shit? So I run up to the interrogator to find she is busy. Me being the nice guy that I am pull her friend aside (who was present for all this shit) and tell her that said interrogator is screwing with me and my friends; and if any of this shit comes back on us that she wont have to worry about her or her daughters job! Basically someone was lying to me this whole time and I still have no idea who it was! So who ever it was I only hope they get what they rightfully deserve; a horrible torturous interrogation with lies, accusations and sprinkled with threats of livelihood.

Tuesday, June 24, 2008

Vices

We all have our vices I suppose. It seems somewhat sad when someone you know starts to be controlled by them. They tell themselves that there is nothing wrong; nothing wrong with a release. Craving for the itch to be tamed. Burning the very skin underneath their own being. Seeing all those around them in a fragmented mosaic with blurring edges and fine lines. To calm the appetite of the haunted is no easy feat. You do all you can yet it seems futile. They stare as a lost child looking for the invisible. Realizing the inevitable; that they themselves are addicted to the pain and punishment of carnality.

Assholes and Coffin Nails

Now I don’t have a problem with people who smoke but it seems like they tend to get a little moody. There are some people who have to smoke at least one cigarette every two hours. While others tend to have to smoke one after another. Like I said the smoke aspect doesn’t normally bother me; it’s the grouchiness that does it. After all I’m sure we have all be around people who start to sweat and get a little irritable once their cigarette window has passed. So to make up for not jumping out the window earlier they smoke two or even sometimes three in succession. So today I was working near someone who said they just stabbed another “Coffin Nail” home. Which I found somewhat amusing; considering if you’re stabbing and/or hurting yourself why wouldn’t you just stop? It’s only natural after all. Not to mention it would be great for everyone else who has too deal with your less than always sunny disposition. And just think what it could do for your lungs and the other wonderful health problems that arise.

----This HAS NOT been a surgeon general’s warning.----