In my free time I knit sweaters, and by knit I mean kick, and by sweaters I mean babies.

    They say that the fool lashes out his tongue in vulgarity, while the wise man will hold his. Call me a fool I don't care. I'm just so pissed off, among other things. I fell asleep over at Alli's house while watching a movie. We were both tired because we had stayed up passed three yesterday morning and we both had to get to work early in the morning. I left her house to go home but then I remembered I needed to stop by the great store called Wall-Mart, Oh hurrah! On my trek to Wall-Marx I had come across a vast amount of blind people. I assume that they are all blind because they don't know how to drive or use turn signals. I finally make it to Satan-Mart in one piece, although I blew my piece right out the window. I have one item in mind and one alone, Milk, no not milk plus for those perks of ultra-violence. I am waiting in line to purchase this white substance that has been excreted from a bovine. I waded though the copious amounts of individuals who have lost their identities and have become a consumer. These consumers went through the "20 items or less" line with a years worth of groceries with rations for a nuclear winter added in for good measures.

    I'm going to tell you something about myself that I hate to admit. I suffer from paranoia. I get to the verge of having a panic attack when I am around large groups of people by myself. I absolutely hate that feeling. there is nothing pleasant about it.

I want to continue this entry with something that I have come to realize in the past few days, but I don't want to because it wont change a damn thing in my life. I hate being alone and one person I have found to be wonderful and there is no one on the face of this earth who is remotely close to her. I must say,

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