My definition of friendship is when acquaintances who meet at a source place join together as friends outside of the source place and become friends. It's possible that I could finally make friends from school next Friday. The only price I have to pay is that I meet these people at Mark's Showplace.
The only things that are allowed to live in my house are me and my plant. But recently I had a few visitors in the form of carpenter ants. Like a territorial cat if you invade my turf, being an uninvited insect, you will get squashed.
Last night I couldn't help but look at Marcy's fingernails, she had them painted in the colors of Skittle's candies. When I first gazed upon them, they look like the colors of M&M's at a distance. She is very creative when it comes to painting her nails, for example, she has painted them all orange and done camoflage like the colors of an army jacket.
The weekends is usually a blah time for me, because that's the only time I work. While everybody else is hanging out with their girlfriends, going to the mall, beach, movie, or some fancy and popular restaurant, I slave in Moronic Hotel. The only things I look forward to on the weekends is classic jazz on WPKM, Sunday morning jazz brunch on WCLZ, and watching South Park on Comedy Central.
Strange as it may seem, but it finally took me twenty-eight years to learn how to sleep faster. In the past I would lay with my back flush flat on the bed, therefore I would be tossing and turning in order to get to sleep. But now I've found out from experience that if I just lay on my side, doesn't matter which side, I can doze off within ten minutes or less, regardless of how high or low the volume on my radio is.
Potland, Main, a generic, zombie like town day in and day out. First, everyone lives and dies for reading Potland's little, quaint, alternative newspaper the Potland Press (Bleep). Finally, these so called businesses either name themselves Potland blah, blah this or Casco Bay blah, blah that; HELLO!
Radio stations in Potland are nothing but a monopoly. Practically 80% are owned by Saga Communications, the most popular ones that is. Most of all, these dumb radio stations played the same old kill me, overplay commercials over-and-over, time-and-time again; SPARE ME THE AGONY!
Dorko, one of my co-workers, what a pathetic piece of trash. He has this deadbeat mentality and so like the other 95% of my co-workers, he's a lazy couch potato. The guy takes a break during the busiest time, only for me to pick-up his slack and last but not least, after taking over for him at 3:15 p.m. the moron leaves me his mess for me to pick-up and clean after him.
I swear every Friday, Saturday, and Sunday morning it seems like only seconds away from 11:50 a.m., the dreaded time I leave for work. Noontime hits me like a bat out of hell, the time I serve hard time in sing-sing (work). I wonder how do the heck I spend time on the weekends, for one thing it's in an erroneous way.
Last night I watched Channel 55 the Odyssey channel on Time Warner Cable. All this time I never knew Noah's Ark was a true story, I thought it was a fairy tale. The same program also said that the only survivors from the great floods 5,000 years ago, along with the 40 days/nights of rain were the people and animals inside Noah's Ark.