:: The Blurst of Times ::

:: 3.31.2003 ::

Today was a learn-ed day - in that I learned O so many things:

I learned that when no one is here with me, I dont' seem to talk any less. Just less people talk back. I seem to hold just as many conversations at a semi-audible level as I used to hold with other people. I learned this because I catch myself holding conversations at work when it is just me sitting at my computer working or drawing. This is a little bizzare. I feel like this is the point where I should be going crazy, and yet I feel perfectly sane. But then there is the whole Catch-22 thing where I should feel sane, if for no other reason than that I am crazy. In the meantime, I will discuss this situation with myself.

I learned that hangers come is packages of 13. This is just wierd. Moreover, they cost $0.88. Why is this? Why don't they come in packages of 10? Maybe 15? Why don't they just make them 10 for a dollar? I would pay that. Gladly. Hell, all I needed was five, and I probably would have paid a dollar for that! A dollar is nothing, especially for anything bigger than my hand. Why 13? It isn't even a dozen - and not only is 13 not any sort of rounded number, its one of the only numbers with entirely bad connotation. I don't get this. Maybe they are trying to not sell hangars.

I learned that I really miss the college campus in warm weather. Why? you ask. Because warm weather is when the college boobies come out to play. It was warm here over the weekend and I happened to be out and there were thinly-veiled breasts everywhere. And it's not like I'm a dirty old man, as any college person can attest to - on campus there are literally hundreds of girls who would love to show off their amazingly shaped bodies between their chem-one and intro to humanities classes. And now that I'm stuck in an office all day, I feel deprived of this ritual show. I love the female figure, especially the part that makes them so wonderfully mammal. I just miss the Manhattan two(s).

"I miss the candy bars, Pizza Huts, and Seven-Elevens (you got it, you got it) Don't leave me stranded here, I could get used to this lifestyle..."
:: Freddy F. at 11:08 PM [+] ::