This scandal is so . . . boring
So today i went to work to give the Constant worker bee of Franks the envelope into which were all the donations to the 'Ms. L should take more time off after she shoots a baby out of her womb' fund and to pick up my paycheck.
The Constant worker-bee asks me in an inquisitive way about Friday night and 'something to deal with a cell-phone?' I tell her i know exactly what she's tlaking about than my boss' boss calls me into the office.
"So, Adnrew, Friday night . . . did you happen . . . to happen across a cell-phone?"
- No and i know their whole story. It's stupid and half of it doesn't make sense.
I preceeded to tell him what happen that night.
He said things like "I know! I told em it didn't sound like Andrew."
He recognized that i've turned countless cell-phones and other lost items.
He recognized that they probably got scared and blamed someone, anyone.
He recognized that I'm good.
I don't steal.
Not cell-phones, not when it could cost me a steady hundred dollar plus paycheck every week.
Things that are without a point bother me immensely lately.
When it is without reason I become agitated to the point of destruction.
I feel my muscles tighten.
Jaw lock.
Lungs close.
Eyes roll.
All until i throw my arms up, gasp a large sigh of hate, and look directly to the sky as if i were asking God "Why? why me? why something this stupid?"
Then I become apathetic to the point that of being completely self-centered and anyone who tries to enter that world when their not invited feel as though i'm biting their head off.
I'm not biting heads off.
I become blunt, yet it feels so sharp . . . oh well, when I'm in my 'me paying attention to me' space, i am lost in a white void, and the ones who feel my "wrath" are the ones with dirty little shoes and muck it all up. . .
I had a good day though.
Finished 1984 last night.
Listened to my funk.
Understood math.
Analyzed a passage and found how easy it is to make someone gay and find evidence.
Analyzed my character in acting a little bit.
Today was a good day. Today was a white void day. And not even the people with muddy shoes could muck it up.
Entry-
So long.
The Constant worker-bee asks me in an inquisitive way about Friday night and 'something to deal with a cell-phone?' I tell her i know exactly what she's tlaking about than my boss' boss calls me into the office.
"So, Adnrew, Friday night . . . did you happen . . . to happen across a cell-phone?"
- No and i know their whole story. It's stupid and half of it doesn't make sense.
I preceeded to tell him what happen that night.
He said things like "I know! I told em it didn't sound like Andrew."
He recognized that i've turned countless cell-phones and other lost items.
He recognized that they probably got scared and blamed someone, anyone.
He recognized that I'm good.
I don't steal.
Not cell-phones, not when it could cost me a steady hundred dollar plus paycheck every week.
Things that are without a point bother me immensely lately.
When it is without reason I become agitated to the point of destruction.
I feel my muscles tighten.
Jaw lock.
Lungs close.
Eyes roll.
All until i throw my arms up, gasp a large sigh of hate, and look directly to the sky as if i were asking God "Why? why me? why something this stupid?"
Then I become apathetic to the point that of being completely self-centered and anyone who tries to enter that world when their not invited feel as though i'm biting their head off.
I'm not biting heads off.
I become blunt, yet it feels so sharp . . . oh well, when I'm in my 'me paying attention to me' space, i am lost in a white void, and the ones who feel my "wrath" are the ones with dirty little shoes and muck it all up. . .
I had a good day though.
Finished 1984 last night.
Listened to my funk.
Understood math.
Analyzed a passage and found how easy it is to make someone gay and find evidence.
Analyzed my character in acting a little bit.
Today was a good day. Today was a white void day. And not even the people with muddy shoes could muck it up.
Entry-
So long.