I wonder how long I can go without talking. I'll need to talk at work, and for basic human communication and stuff, but I'm gonna try. Try to talk as little as possible. Nod, shake, point, grunt, fake being mute, do whatever possible to avoid verbal communication. Should be interessting, and I'll likely piss off a few people. But I suppose if you don't have anything nice to say (see below) don't say anything at all, right?
On a brighter note. I think I have throat cancer. Or some other wonderful ailment. It's most likely just a bronchial infection, but I should go to the doctor just the same. It's been bugging me for at least three weeks. So, warning to others, don't kiss me- oh wait, no one does anyways.

FUCK

Now, did anyone get scared there? Were any of you suddenly worried that I was upset at you, angered in any way, or going to turn on you? I did use a pretty angry tone. I used caps and everything, I gave the word it's own line, plenty of emphasis.

Scared?
You know what I mean. It's that general "FUCK" you'd say, maybe a few times, if say you'd lost money or your keys or something. Would that scare you? It scares a lot of people. . . Right?

"What the hell is the difference?"
I'm sure you've all said this. Example: You and a companion attend a local fast food establishment. Upon entering said establishment, you discover that only the drive thru is taking orders, and the front counter is closed. Quick ask to the clerk if it really does matter, if I can't just order here, I mean, I've done it before. Gothic-clown-oompa-loompa-woman(?)- manager replies "no" rudely. So I decide I don't want McDonald's. Retorting under my breath "I don't know what the hell the difference between ordering it here or driving around is." It was these horribly words and a visciously enraged tone (laugh) that caused your company to fearfully flee your food depraved self.

Jesus it's late. And I work in the am. FUCK. Oh jeez. sorry.

Something to think about: If you whine and cry all the time about every little thing, don't be surprized if sometime your cries go unheralded. Boy that cried wolf theory dictates that eventually you'll weep, and whom you're yelping for, or maybe no one, will be around or care.

I'm so frustrated. Scareing myself. I get flashes of thoughts that I shouldn't have. There are things wrong with me. I get so mad, so fed up, so fucking discusted about everything. Jesus Christ. One fully changable aspect of life causes this. It is so black and white that it scares me. I am abnormal? A freak? I dunno.
Who is normal?
What is normal?

I have drugs, lots of drugs. Those interessted may call me.

I hate my job.
So much.
So much it hurts.

Things I hate in general:
(i) Bitchy, controlling, neurotic, know-it-all coworkers
(ii) STUPID FUCKING MACHINE THAT NEVER WORKS
(iii) I don't get paid enough
(iv) I work shitty shifts
(v) There's too many new people, most of my favorite people have already gone.
(vi) CUSTOMERS (see below)

THE FOLLOWING ARE THINGS I NOTED DURING THE RUN OF THE DAY THAT CUSTOMERS DO TO PISS ME OFF.

1. Forget their tag. It may not seem like a big deal, but seeing who's writing and the pen color help me find pics quicker. I mean, Fuck. It's a little slip of paper. In my opinion, if you can't hold onto that for an hour, you shouldn't have children.

2. Correct me when they're wrong. When I take film in at say 10 o'clock, I put 11 on the tag on the line that says "TIME DUE" People will say "It's Ten." NO SHIT ASS CLOWN THAT'S WHEN IT'S DUE- ONE FUCKING HOUR FROM NOW. Don't tell me what time it is shitbrick.

3. Come back early. If it's slow, and after like 45 minutes, it's cool. But we are Wal-mart 1 HOUR PHOTO. On busy days, don't come back 15 minutes after dropping it off. No joke One lady came back 10 minutes after dropping her pics off and was mad they weren't done. And it gets better. She proceeds to come back every 5 minutes. Every employee was asked at least twice by her and at least once by her grandson-nephew-whatever. She was repeatedly told they would be done at 4:10 . But aparantly none of us spoke slack-jawed, retard American.

4. Ponder on Matte or Glossy paper. Which one to pick? Fuck. Do eenie-meanie or something. Don't make me sit and watch you debate the pros and cons like the world depended on it. PICK ONE, IDIOT.

5. This was hilarious. It happened today. We can't copy professional pictures on the Picture maker. It's against the law, and none of us will budge. Why try? I informed a lady I couldn't do her picture because it was a portrait, and explained why (we and she can get sued). She said: "Well can I do it while you're not looking?" I laughed right at her and informed her no, we needed to put in a password for it to print. So while I put the rest her pics though, I could tell she was trying to figure out the password. So as I was putting it in I put my other hand up to cover it, looked at her, and gave her the biggest smile I could. The rest of our transaction went without incident, but she was visibly mad. So much so that someone actually came and said: "What did you say to her" And I said "I smiled".
So for once at work. I smiled.
It was then that I realized I need a new job.

mATT IS DFRIUNK AT shannon';s who is the people here? I duuno.
I like bboboes and SGabrille and Everyone whob is heree rthey are so much funnnnn
HERYYY IOTS BRIA!!!! SHAN"S BROTHSD$R HIT ON ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HES SCASRY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Well I hope I have sex tonight.
Jeremy better nbot wreck my grove. Becasue I wqant to nail his sister, I hope that's ok
there are some many pretty girls. I lik3e asss.




THIS IS JAMIE , ASS'N TITTIES, PLUS ,MATT SPLIT A BEER, HEY NIC YOUR GAY AND I'M GONNA FUCK YOUR FACE UP, PLUS HIT ON YOUR X WOMEN, WHICH YOU SHOULD BE KICKIN YOUR ASS ABOUT....


HEY IT'S BRIA!!! I WAS WBORN IN CHARLTPOWN, I'M GOING TO AMRRY MATT & SHGAN!!a!@ AT OCNRW!!eEE!! I OV9OE EFRY0ONBE HERE!!MAN IT FEELS GOOD TO BE DRUNK AGAIN!!MATT RULES!! I LOVR HOW I AM POSTING ON MATT'S BLOG IT'S WICKED~~~~!!!!!!!! I LOVE4 SHAN TOO!!! :):):):) MUCH LOVE! BRI*


DRUNK OR NOT? BREAK EVERYTHING LIKE MY CHARIR, I HATE CAPS. SLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP. WHY?GO BE ALONE..........WITH ME..........LOVE SHANNIE GIRL/

tHIS IS TOO WEIRD. i HATE DRINKING AND LIVING. JUST WANT TO BE ALONE

2pm-1am. Funnest shift in the world.
Fuck.
I hate my job, I hate people (with a few exceptions), I hate my life.
Guess who missed his meds again?

Familiar feelings creeping up on me. Feelings of bitterness, resentment, anger, frustration, spite.
alone
frightened
destructive
keep it up kid, you're doing great.