space-oddity's Diaryland Diary

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six glasses of water, seven phone calls

someone told me that i'm insensitive. they gathered this from my entries in this little bit of space that is not really space but is space that has words and images and corners, but has the absence of angles,
or lines that have one direction and end in a
p o i n t..
(no that's a segment or is it a ray... geometry has long since left me)
..and well, i just thought i should take this time to make it clear that these are not all of my thoughts, and these are not all of my words, and this is not my full potential, and you do not know me,
nor will y o u ever truly k n o w
me.
you are seeing fractions,
a half and half of that.

.

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and so work's been really slow these days, though i still get the usual horn-dogs coming in for their daily fix.
yesterday a man was trying to get into the store at 9:45 (we open at 10).
i went up to the door and yelled through the glass that he'd have to wait another fifteen minutes - five minutes later he was tugging at the door again,
so i made him wait out there. i mean, i could have let him in, but i think i get off on the power of it all, that i can decide when he can shop and when he can't shop.... and whatever... anyways..
at ten he was allowed in, and of course,
of course,
he went straight for the adult room.
it's become a habit of mine to kind of gingerly say under my breath, "fucking porn addicts," whenever anyone enters the adult room before noon.
c'mon, no one needs to start their day with that stuff.......unless.. you're an addict, which i'd say these men are.
so ... thirty minutes after he had first disappeared into the room, he came out and went for the counter. i went to check him out.
he was renting some kind of transexual beauty queens volume 3,456,899,...,001 - something like that,
which goes to show you, even in the midst of our country's crisis, a man's still gotta have his transexual beauties.
wtf?

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i think it's time for me to start a second job. i sense that the bills are gonna start to pile up, and extra money is never a bad thing. i know, i know. two jobs with school. well, it's not like i've been having much of a social life these days anyway.

sorry, clay.

10:14 p.m. - 2001-09-13

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