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So here's what I'm thinking, right?

I'm a personable guy, right? I'm pretty easy going and pretty laid back. At least I think so. Sure I can be intense when needed, and a downright nincompoop during those special days of the month, but generally speaking, I don't smell do I?

Now I'm certainly not successful from a career stand point, having not made my millions yet, but I'm not exactly hurting. I mean I'm making enough moola to eat every night (more on that later....)

So how is it that one person at work can make me feel like a heel? It totally destroys what little delusional self-confidence I build up in my mind late at night. It tears my house-of-card winning smile down to a game of 52 pick up in the flick of a glance.

Or the lack of one. I exist you know. Even if you think I'm a waste of oxygen space, I do share the same air you breathe. Granted, by me being on earth, it means one more person you have to avoid or one more person that takes up a slot during rush hour traffic, but I don't take up that much space man. I really don't. 150 lbs of nothing isn't going to miraculously upset and pull the gravitational spin of the earth backwards.

So why don't you say hi to me? You say it everyone else. Okay, so I'm not good looking enough to be of notice, I'll grant you that. But heck, look my way and show me you're repulsed. At least then I know you know I exist. Throw a tomato my way, give me a bronx cheer. Geez, give me a single finger salute if you want to. Just acknowledge my presence when I squeak "hi."

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On another note, I didn't make enough speghetti over the weekend for me to have two meals. The noodles were plenty, but the sauce was skimpy. So I did the most sensible thing -- I had ketchup and noodle. Yum.

....My mom would hang her head in shame if she knew that her kid ate like that. posted by losir at 10:15 PM