Long Hair

Work is such a knife in the boner today. Yeah right. I have the easiest job. All I ever do is eat pasta and read dumb magazines and earn cool points on the internet all day. But today I couldn,t do any of that. There is some fat sow here that does annual inspections and she has just been sitting and staring at me all day - judging me, undressing me and penetrating me with her one working eye. It is both erotic and irritating. Much like masturbating with a handful of dead bees.

I spent three hours folding papers. I now have shiny stripes of compressed flesh on the parts of my fingers I was folding with. I think I,m going to die from it. I can see my reflection on my skin. At first I was having fun because I was pretending to be a little German five year old in 1940, working 14 hours a day in the town,s new munitions factory which had taken the place of the old church. Then it got boring really quickly and I almost fell asleep.

Shugo Tokumaru - Exit
I have no idea how to look busy for eight hours here. I spent a really long time boiling water in the kitchen so she wouldn,t be able to see me. Then I ate my dinner really slowly but it got cold so that backfired, just like everything else. Then she went to the grocery store and I went crazy - checking email, treating customers like the trash that they are, browsing scat porn, brushing crumbs onto the floor; all the great stuff that this great job usually affords me.

I,m going to have to do all of this stuff tomorrow too. I am out of stuff to fold so I have no idea what I,m going to do to try and look occupied. Maybe I,ll just keep calling the phone here so I can answer it and get into really long, fake conversations with myself. Or maybe I,ll poison Little Miss Inspector.