The Sting Of Reality

well then, how has the silence been? good? delightful.

well people, i have some rather, what's the word, RE-DONK-ULOUS news:

there is indeed...in all reality...a quasi-awesome...published book on the way from us (my friend & i) to you. that is if you so choose to spend your hard earned monies upon it. so please, buy our textual annomalies or suffer from fatal ignorance and boredom. you can only watch so much porn and adult swim*.

in other news:

today was a prime example of why my misanthropic nature is absolutely okay...for the most part.

so there was a new face in the work place today, a new leathery tan face. this walking abortion spent zero time talking to the people that may be her work staff. she spent next to zero time exploring the location and it's tools, that may be at her disposal in the near future. no ladies and gent's, she spent very little time becoming intertwined with the people and things that could be her's for the taking, like a ravenous mage stealing power.

instead, she proceeded to eyeball fuck me like i said i was into kinky sex, which i didn't, in any fashion.

alright people i know i have: a gnarly beard, 7/8 inch earholes, visible tattoos and rarely smile, but that is no reason to stink eye me the VERY FIRST TIME you see and meet me, at the same time.

this idiotic ass-hat, who is a front runner for management mind you, had the outrageous lack of common sense to divert her eyes from someone who may have (may...fuck that definitely) shocked the fake-n-bake out of her cowhide face. oh, i'm sorry, does everyone you see in your daily life look the picture of mediocrity, all the time?! if she can answer that question with a yes, then i feel like she is a sheltered twat who lacks depth and adventure. she is the missionary position in carnate.

sad, completely fucking sad i say.

in any case, i bit my tongue, filled my face with a smile and shook her hand and said "good afternoon". it wasn't hard to do this simple task, considering i deal with this on a regular basis, despite the gaggle of television shows that feature people who are, to say the least, "different" in their appearance. come on, am i the only one who has watched anything other than the variety of disney channels?! am i seriously?

so, worldly folks amongst me, believe me when i say THIS:

most people are the all singing, all dancing, shit of the world, all of the time.

the truth hurts, so deal with it OR load up on vicodin and keep on reading.

Dax

PS: this broad better hope she has a hell of a personality, otherwise, she's a deer in the headlights for me.