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I haven't given myself enough time to care about anyone else lately. That is to say, I've become more hermetic and narcissistic as of late.
To those of you who care, the gas bill from Hell is just about taken care of. I've been receiving a call from UNKNOWN at least once a day for about two weeks. I refuse to answer the telephone if I do not know who it is or, at the very least, recognize the area code (or feel like entertaining the curiousity aroused by mysterious ones). UNKNOWN does not leave a message. If it's God (or some great voice from the larger, more ominous Unknown, I'll be pissed. Seeing as how the world does not work in ways as mysterious as everyone else might think, I'll assume it's the gas company calling to track me to plan a beheading. I sincerely wish I could coerce my parents to call them from my cell phone to convince the KeySpan Energy Delivery that their outrageous prices and horrible customer service lead me to suicide. UNKNOWN would stop calling and I'd be a free man (I'd pay the bill regardless, but who doesn't love convincing a poor corporate lackey that he is solely responsible for the death of another?)
In other news, I absolutely despise Ruby Tuesday and kitsche. I've worked at one location for nearly a month and a half and have yet to receive a night shift, despite my pleading. If one gets a job, it is implicit that said person desires to obtain money. Lunch shifts do not provide such things. I work with a group of unreligious heathens, the only ones to grace the panhandle. Of this I'm certain. As per usual, however, I've made friends with two guys who will attend the Pensacola Christian College this September (important to note I did not know this until the middle of my shift today), both of which make it known they are Christian not by pontificating or proselytizing, but by their awkward, stunted social skills. It could be that they are a mere seventeen and have not yet enter any portion of the Real World at large, or the area.
This part of Florida is far too close to Alabama for my liking. My father amuses himself by calling this town (and its surrounding white sand beaches) the Redneck Riviera. Never has a title been so true. But I digress.
I accidentally insulted (to a minimal degree) one of these guys by saying how much I love Linkin Park for their terrible lyrics and mundane musical arrangements. He "rocked out" to Meteora on the way to work that day. In my defense, I said, "Nine Inch Nails is far superior."
"I've never heard of them," he said.
Never heard of Nine Inch Nails? From where did this kid come fr-- nevermind, stupid question. To remedy his NINgnorance, I burned a copy of The Downward Spiral for him as I believe it contains their absolute best work. I tell one of the anti-Christs (by comparison, tame) this and he burst out laughing.
If the Christian is still alive by tomorrow, I'm sure he'll have a few words for me. I'm so fucking excited. If you are not savvy to Nine Inch Nails, I'll provide the chorus of "Heresy" (if the title doesn't give it all away already):
god is dead
and no one cares
if there is a hell
i'll see you there
I am said Heretic.
To those of you who care, the gas bill from Hell is just about taken care of. I've been receiving a call from UNKNOWN at least once a day for about two weeks. I refuse to answer the telephone if I do not know who it is or, at the very least, recognize the area code (or feel like entertaining the curiousity aroused by mysterious ones). UNKNOWN does not leave a message. If it's God (or some great voice from the larger, more ominous Unknown, I'll be pissed. Seeing as how the world does not work in ways as mysterious as everyone else might think, I'll assume it's the gas company calling to track me to plan a beheading. I sincerely wish I could coerce my parents to call them from my cell phone to convince the KeySpan Energy Delivery that their outrageous prices and horrible customer service lead me to suicide. UNKNOWN would stop calling and I'd be a free man (I'd pay the bill regardless, but who doesn't love convincing a poor corporate lackey that he is solely responsible for the death of another?)
In other news, I absolutely despise Ruby Tuesday and kitsche. I've worked at one location for nearly a month and a half and have yet to receive a night shift, despite my pleading. If one gets a job, it is implicit that said person desires to obtain money. Lunch shifts do not provide such things. I work with a group of unreligious heathens, the only ones to grace the panhandle. Of this I'm certain. As per usual, however, I've made friends with two guys who will attend the Pensacola Christian College this September (important to note I did not know this until the middle of my shift today), both of which make it known they are Christian not by pontificating or proselytizing, but by their awkward, stunted social skills. It could be that they are a mere seventeen and have not yet enter any portion of the Real World at large, or the area.
This part of Florida is far too close to Alabama for my liking. My father amuses himself by calling this town (and its surrounding white sand beaches) the Redneck Riviera. Never has a title been so true. But I digress.
I accidentally insulted (to a minimal degree) one of these guys by saying how much I love Linkin Park for their terrible lyrics and mundane musical arrangements. He "rocked out" to Meteora on the way to work that day. In my defense, I said, "Nine Inch Nails is far superior."
"I've never heard of them," he said.
Never heard of Nine Inch Nails? From where did this kid come fr-- nevermind, stupid question. To remedy his NINgnorance, I burned a copy of The Downward Spiral for him as I believe it contains their absolute best work. I tell one of the anti-Christs (by comparison, tame) this and he burst out laughing.
If the Christian is still alive by tomorrow, I'm sure he'll have a few words for me. I'm so fucking excited. If you are not savvy to Nine Inch Nails, I'll provide the chorus of "Heresy" (if the title doesn't give it all away already):
god is dead
and no one cares
if there is a hell
i'll see you there
I am said Heretic.