The world is a cold dead place, and if it isn't, I'm gonna make sure it ends up that way....

Two in two nights, I know, kinda crazy.
Regardless...

After finishing my second forty of the evening my muse has struck me. Unfortunately my muse doesn't give me clear direction on where to go. It just tells me to write, so suffer through it.

I guess I'll just give a general update on where I'm at. Mind you the only people who read this (to my knowledge) live with me, or I talk to on a weekly basis. If not, and this is your first time ever reading this shit, turn back now. You've been warned.

So work is work. As my prior entry stated, the sum total I.Q. points of the people I work with (with a few exceptions) hovers somewhere in the high 80's. Yup, I work with a cavalcade of idiots. Well maybe that's a little too strong. Everyone who works on my shift I fucking love. Yes, even crazy Josh, who is currently banging an 18 year old who is married. This is the same guy who a couple of years ago brought some guns into work with the intent of "taking care" of his baby-mommas boyfriend. Absolutely terrifying. Yet I've learned that by being pleasant to him I've been taken off his "to kill list". Which between me and you dear reader is a HUGE load off my back. That dude is a bad day away from bringing the fires down from the heavens in the form of unbelievable violence.

So recently I've been to the village on two different "college nights". The people I've met through my SANE work friends has been great. They're all good people (as far as I can tell), but the Village is the place where sad horny bastards (male or female) go to die. Watching freshman sluts in white pants dance to a song that's three or four years old is just horrifying. I may not be in touch with "modern" music, but I know what they play there is lowest common denomanator. No if, ands, or buts about it. I could program a better set-list while blindfolded and with only my penis to choose records. Horrible image I know, I've seen myself naked.

On a completely differnet note...

I've started listening to music again. I know to most people this is a normal occurance. having worked in a record store for a couple years, and also going to shows for awhile, has made me hate most music. I don't even really care about new music. Wether it be to make fun of it, or just to know what's popular and avoid it. I just find with my work schedule I am more willing to take time to troll the internet for music, wether it's stuff I already know or is related to the music I love (Pogues,Elvis Costello, Soul, and recently I've rediscoverd my love for the Futureheads).
I still think 90% of the population should be sterilized based on their music taste, but I'm not in charge. Yet....

Something I was talking to my work buddy, travis, about was happiness. Gay, yes, but bear with me. He has been through an unbelievable time with his ex. And he and I were talking about when you meet someone new, how just the little things make such a difference. What you might ask? I know you didn't, but shut the fuck up and listen. You never really realize how unhappy you are until you have something to be interested in. Be it movies, Music, or even a girl. Yeah I said it.
Yes, i've recently met a young lady that has piqued my interest.
Eat all of my dick.
It comes down to this. You don't realize how unhappy you've been until you have this little spark. Then it makes you think about how happy/normal you could be on a regular basis without all the static. It kinda makes me sad that I've been so sad about my recent shit. I wish I could have just jumped right back into the saddle again and not been so down on everything. That's beside the point though. And even if things don't work out, I still feel an amazing amount of relief over the fact that people still find me interesting. You know what I mean? Justification of your personality always makes a man (or woman) feel good.

I guess that's it.
Enjoy what I should be doing with my life...