Going to the dentist. A vacuum cleaner being operated in reverse time. Everyone in the elevator at the same time as me. Everyone driving on the same road at the same time as me. Wind. Bombs. Beastie Boys lyrics. Porn stars. Making copies. Making less than $50G a year. The Eagles' offensive line. Seriously. Summer associates. First years. Associates. Pahtnus. Sendin ish to dead storage. Getting shit for not posting to a blog that 2 people read when I talk to these 2 people twice a week. Most gay dudes. Plastic p.o.s. staplers. People that own the sidewalk. Six hundred f'ing gift-giving holidays a year. Us not being in Charlotte, livin' the life man... NASCAR style. Party Girls that don't party. Cokeheads that DO party. The Giants' defensive secondary (lest we forget). Guns, for my brains out. Kids on the train. Most of the people in the office. Having no drive. Not drinking right now. Cheeks and lips that work together. Hair dryers. Trumpet players. Being a douche in front of your gf, knowing that half the time she is a douche to you, and not being able to recall one muhfukin' incident of it. Being home sick at 11am and realizing being at your shit-ass job would be better. Muhfukin' punk-ass, no good, know-it-all, QVC shoppin', broke-ass, no-insurance-havin', pussy-foot, I'm too good to move boxes, bastard, no-deoderant-wearin', foreign, system fuckin' up, gold toof havin', homeless, muhfukin' TEMPS. Calling the court reporter service. Bringing a CD from one moron's office to another's. System changeovers.
I'm hungry.
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