Punch You in the Jeans
17 Apr
Something that popped into my head on the way home from work today… I’m sick of hearing the following things:
“It’s always the quiet ones.”
“Hey, smile; it’s not that bad.”
“Hey, smiley.”
“Oh my god, she talked to me.”
And, any variation of the “he or she is quiet/weird/whatever, they must be serial killers/puppy kickers/baby stranglers/unibombers/school shooters…etc, etc.” Of course, that one goes hand-in-hand with the “it’s always the quiet ones” crap.
Oh well, it’s tough being a misanthrope. 
It’s been such a nice day (other than the conversation that consisted of the immediate above). Pleasant weather, blue skies, upper-70s… too bad it’s supposed to rain all weekend. I’m so tired of rain.
Just checked my e-mail…yeah I’m a loser. Its a resounding “yay” from me!
Cole: Ha ha ha, you crazy bastard; I love you.