You guys really need to read this post:

THE POST

Read it. I see you when you sleep. I will know whether you do or not. Lol. Trust me, it’s really good.

Today my mother felt the need to share with me a lot of disturbing things, this being one of them:

“My butt was always flat like a board; my hot pants didn’t fit right, so I had to take them in—in the butt area. You know what the bottom of the pants look like when you have no butt? They like…bell out. You know?”

“No mom, I don’t know.”

I can’t wait until the weekend. I want to watch cool movies and I want to be able to sleep in. It’s 7:46 p.m. and I must get started on my essay. I was really tired after work and I don’t know why. I got about 9 1/2 hours of sleep. I’m still very tired. I’m watching eXistenZ. It’s a totally cool movie. I can’t really think of a reason not to be doing my essay right now. I just had a nice glass of homemade hot cocoa, I should be well nourished and ready to start. Unfortunately the spirit is not willing. I need to get this over with so it won’t hold a shadow over my weekend. I love voice-recognition. As long as I enunciate, it types what I say. I’m really exhausted today, I don’t even know why. I’m thinking that it’s all of this unhealthy food. I wish my dad would go to bed. I just can’t seem to work when he’s awake. I wish it was the 15th, because then I would get paid. I worked four hours today, making up for my slacking off earlier in the week. Stacey told me something very interesting about the Triplicate building today. She says that has extensive termite damage and that the whole corner of the building (a big part of the walls) has to be replaced, and that it will be very expensive. That was kind of interesting. The computer in the photo room died today. I find it very amusing that Western Communications does not make any investment whatsoever in new technology, so things like this will happen where the computer will just die and there will be no way to fix it because it is so old and we lose a critical functionality. Like the ability to download pictures off of the memory cards. Suck it, Western Communications. But, I digress.

I really wish that I had something interesting to say, now that I can say it at great length and not tire my wrists in the least. Perhaps I should create a narrative of my entire life as I remember it, starting with the earliest memory. I’m kinda scared of doing that. It’s interesting now that as I blog via voice-recognition, my father could possibly hear. I wonder if he would really even care. I was talking to my mother earlier about how when I first heard about the Marxist way of viewing everything, I scoffed… but now with all my experience of being basically a poor person (below middle-class), I can really see the logic in the assumption that everything is just the battle of the rich and poor. True, Marxism is actually about the employers versus the workers — but still, the employers are rich and the workers are poor. The Communist Manifesto talks so much about the bourgeoisie, but it’s just the rich and poor. I suppose that’s just another depressing thought in a long series of incredibly depressing thoughts, but it’s a valid one nonetheless.

I’m really become grateful of my mother, she did so much cool stuff for me that allowed me to be smart: she breast-fed me, she fed me all natural food that she prepared fresh with a food processor, she never let me watch TV. I’m really lucky. I can’t say the same for my father. I suppose he paid the bills… well, some of them, when he was working. Oh well. But anyway, I really should be getting to work. I’m going to go into the living room and maybe watch a little TV. It’s not until around nine that my real creative juices start flowing… or more like my real guilt starts oozing out. I hope Adult Swim is on, I haven’t watched in a long time. I talked to Jeff for a little while today, he was watching porn. Why would one instant message while watching porn? It’s very strange. Okay, I’m going to stop blogging now.

“It is always the best policy to speak the truth–unless, of course, you are an exceptionally good liar.”
Jerome K. Jerome (1859 - 1927)

I just went out and jogged, I got much farther than I got last time. I get about ten or fifteen meters farther each time I go out and jog. It’s pretty cool. I’m exhausted now. I’m going to put on my work clothes and go to work. I dunno, with all the things I hate about living out here, at least I can jog in solitude. Cars rarely come down my street, and I get to jog in view of the beautiful fields and such. Well, I’m a bit late due to this, I should get crackin’ on getting to work.