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

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If you dont find this racist then you are looking for trabajo

Have a happy day everyone :3

Lets talk

Today Kelsi, a friend of mine who sits next to me during the graduation, was talking to one of her friends behind her. She said, "OK I walked. I am a graduate." Her friend responded with, "I been school'n fo 4 years, I betta damn well graduated." Kelsi Jokingly said, "what's graduated?"
Now I cant stop thinking about it. It was one stupid statement, and now all I can think about is those two words, "whats graduated?" This whole day, stuck in the back of my head has been her voice asking that stupid question with smile. A smile, for Christ's sake. What was so easy for her to joke about has torn me limb from limb.
As I see it there are two ways to look at it, graduation as in the last four years of school, or the act itself. The act itself is seems kinda juvenile, parading yourself in front of your family, seems like something we shouldn't be commended for, its only high school, just a pat on the back and a so long to old friends is the only thing we need and instead we get a huge ceremony. Pointless. Not saying I'm not grateful, just, why?
And second, the last 4 years. Everyone is making it out to be the saddest thing in the world, but honestly I am so happy. I'm happy that Kyle got into a good college, and that Alec is gonna be just as happy as any of us when he goes to ACC, you cant be mad or sad, we're to young.

now that school is over

They say that after high school your life really begins. Well I say screw that. My life began as soon as I realized that everyone is a potential...anything. People can be enemies, friends, loves, neighbors, and yourself. What makes these people so great is that you haven't met them yet, haven't shared their jokes, loved what they've loved, and been close to them in there hardest times.
Is it to much to ask if I can make you the center of my world? The reason I live, the place I return to, now that I think of it, ya it kinda is.

But lets get to the point.

While I was filling out my application for Bed Bath and Beyond (I will refer to it as BBB from now on) I found myself thinking, "don't think about things that are unnecessary." But you know me, I am a fool for reverse psychology. So as I sat there with a blank expression on my face, pen in my hand, I turned to the dark side. I asked myself one question, "If I had one week to live, I'd..." That's it! The only thing on my mind for half an hour was that statement. I kept thinking "SHUT UP! FILL THIS DAMN THING OUT," but as I touched the pen to the yellow parchment, my brain drifted into a catatonic state. (Catatonic is my favorite word...ever)
With one week left, the things on my list are things that, without the constraint, I might never do. First I thought of People, the sad things, and the imaginary grief. But as a large group of homosexual men walked into the store, I couldn't stop myself from laughing. So there I was, chuckling to myself, looking like an idiot, in front of what I hope to be my future co-workers.
My sadness had died away, just like their ability to be strait, and I began to think of the positives. The fact that I would miss my friends more than I was scared of dying hit me first, in a wave of realization. No offense, but I don't think I would tell any of you if I were dying, its such a bummer. I guess I would play it off, have a few parties, live it up while still being close to the people I would lose. "No! Stop what your doing and turn this stupid paper into the lady up at the desk." I thought quietly to myself. Those destructive thoughts are ruining the way I look in front of these people that have no idea who I am, other than, I want a job. That's when I realized it. You can't keep safe what wants to break. I didn't really want the job, not for the conventional reasons anyway. I don't want things to change. I don't want to lose the bliss and happiness that I have in my boring lifestyle, why should I change what isn't broken. I don't know, I'm a cog in the machine, gotta do what you gotta do, and all that BS. Whatever makes me sleep through the night.

Now we can all become best friends
-Taylor