Yeah sorry I haven't posted anything in a while. It's just been really hard since we lost Anna Nicole. I've also been working. I was at this temp job where I had to paste worksheets inside manilla folders with a glue stick all day. That was what I did. The worst part was when the dude actually "trained" me on how to do it. I had to stand there and watch him scribble glue on a folder, then press the paper down on top. He did three of them before he turned to me and said "Think you got the hang of it?" and I was like "I know how to use a glue stick." He said "Great!" like he was really excited for me and impressed by my skill set. Then he said "Any questions and I'm in the next cubicle over." The only question I had was "Are you fucking kidding me?" but I didn't want to talk to him anymore, so I just closed my eyes until he left.
At first I scribbled the glue like the dude had taught me, but then I started messing around and playing tic tac toe with myself. But I'd get too ashamed every time I lost, even though I was winning too. The duality of man is a lot harder to face when you realize that half of you is a dumbass capable of repeatedly losing at tic tac toe. So then I wrote messages like "I Hate This" or "Fear Me" or "You Are Ugly" or "Repent! Repent!" and eventually I started drawing pentagrams and racist caricatures of my co-workers, just to pass the time. It was a victimless crime though because once I slapped the worksheet on top you couldn't see what I'd done underneath. Unless you held the folder up to a flourescent light apparently. Then whatever you've drawn in glue and despair is clearly visible. So yeah I don't work there anymore...........Paul
