Switchblade

Switchblade: Alain

Me: Yeah

Switchblade: I love your ass

Me: My ass is white and so are my legs. They haven't seen the light of day in a while

Switchblade: You know what I mean

Me: I don't think you should get a tan cuz you have nice skin. I love your ass a lot too

Switchblade: Ghost girl?

Me: Whatever. Its good to hear your face crack

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Switchblade: BFF aren't supposed to talk dirty man. I LIKE you

Me: I wasn't talking dirty, fucker. You just have a dirty mind as much as me, so we're even

Switchblade: I know but I try not to, but it doesn't work :/

Me: Then why hide it? Give into the pleaureable side of The Force.

Switchblade: Goddammit dude. Fuck. It just frustates me because you aren't here and its a mighty force.

Me: ANTICIPATION...its making US wait

Switchblade: Oh man. Fucker. I want you.

Natural Disaster Disneyland

Last week, I was driving to the safety of my brother's house from the tornado that touched down a few miles on the outskirts of the city and all of a sudden in the zero visibility of the weather, there was a blinding flash of light which I thought was lightning and a loud CRASH.

A power line was toppled over by something and landed on the roof of my car, smashing some of the windshield and making a huge dent on the frame. I panicked and thought I was going to get electrocuted so I gunned the accellerator and got out from under the telephone pole.

Last I heard the death toll was 18 and the week before was 24 when an F5 tornado tore Moore, OK apart.

Switchblade

I like her a lot. I know this is short and brief but that's about it for my troglodyte brain at the moment.

Raging

This little pissant pispsqueak kid pissed me the fuck off at work. I was pulling the line up into the trailer and out of nowhere he yells at me as his annoyance was directed to the new unloaders. I yelled at him back, but I caught myself not losing control, so instead, I went and threw the truck. Took me an hour. This other kid said, "I'm not entirely sure about what to do now. Makes me uncomfortable that you did it in record time. One hour."

I really didn't care about my surroundings. Fuck it. I was just angry. I don't need to be yelled like that, especially from a young punk dumb ass. I was still angry so I clocked out and left work. Screw it. I have enough overtime that it wouldn't affect my wages.

When I'm angry, I just have to leave the environment. I clocked out and never went back. Bah!

Unconsciousness

Sometimes I feel like just dipping off the earth. Taking a reprieve from life. Being a zombie and feel no pain, but the more I think about it, that's totally NOT me. I like to feel. I like to experience the richness of hurt and the pain of living. Kinda like self flagellation to a point.

I........................don't think I want to take that job in mental health somewhere near the Kansas border.
1-- too far from home base and family
2-- the people I'll be staying with as roommates do a lot of drugs
3-- don't feel like getting involved in a bust
4-- the job is in some janky border town
5-- the pay is decent, better than what I'm working now, but there's HURT involved
6-- by HURT, I mean, I could possibly get hurt or I could hurt someone really bad
7-- I'm still dealing with PTSD from the last job/ which brought out military PTSD

I'll have to hustle a second job then.

Yay.