Staple remover

Well I guess I have alot to say because of the lack of posts in a while, and I guess most of this goes to Kyle because I think everyone else is tired of me talking.

Here goes.

I've had a good life compared to most, I mean, I hear about people that would rather ruin their lives with fantasy than live with what they have. Maybe it's the stupidity speaking but I love what I am, and I would never change. It's easy to see the better side of things when your dumb, you can write the word "smile" on your hand and be happy for the rest of the day. What do I know, if I had things my way everything would be one big joke wrapped in a big sexy sandwich. But enough of the theories, lets talk.

Today I was working with a guy named Lee, a nice guy, very talkative, but not so bright. Throughout the day him and I had been talking about little things like life, love, cars, the navy, and tattoos. When my manager Scott came over to help us with today's work load we really hit it off, we became friends fairly quickly because he's basically a child at heart. He had me moving alot of heavy things up and down ladders and deliver various things to different aisles and put them in their various places. While I was putting up a certain set of pillows she walked over to me to straighten something up, so I ask her "do you know what I should do with these pillows?" She responded in the most beautiful voice I have ever heard, and said "If there's only two of them I can find a place for 'em." I thanked her and walked away but her grayblue eyes stuck with me. I walked back to Lee star struck, "I'm gonna try for her", was the only thought I had on my way back to Lee. We worked for a while longer, helping customers and putting large boxes in high places, untill 12. When we went on break, at about 12:30, he told me about his tattoos and his time in the Navy. He showed me a few tattoos and each one had a story. He has a tiger on his shoulder that he got from a drug head in Australia, the guy was popping quaaludes while doing it. He had a tattoo of Popeye on his left shoulder with the words, "Love what you have" written under it. A beautiful thought, but not when you learn it was in commemoration of his first prostitute, which was in the Philipines. After all the talk, Scott told us that Billy Mays died, "oh no," I said sarcastically. We continued to work, untill we finished all the projects that we had to do, so they said I could go. "Great", I thought to myself, "lets go clock out", and a smile ripped through my face, and I was grinning ear to ear before I knew it.

I don't work again till freeday (lol), but when I do, I'll be on the register again, so I get to talk to people and have fun, but when am I not having fun, honestly?

Am also trying to read more of book about Anthony Keidis so that Alec doesn't start to compare me to him with that stupid "Oh, a good ways into a book is half the book for me" shit.

I have been using blogger as a notepad for my music, I have a 50 song list of music I want along with the gay list on a separate post that will never be shown...ever!















Did you know, you can put the word "cat" and any word and you will get what you want, people love to do shit with their cats.

OoOoOoO what 'cha saaaay, mmmm that you only ment weeeell, well of cource you did
-Taylor, with love