written by owen on 2007-Apr-07.

Its just the start of april and already the shelves at the local rundown, cheap, over priced, supermarket are stacked with easter bun. Not specifically easter bun, but rather random buns from random bun making places. Worst yet I have been cheating on easter and eating bun during the year. Now I'm just totally sick bun like I'm sick of working for a living. Plus I've stopped eating cheese because it did totally rough fellatio on my pores. Being able to have the regular bun all throughout the year kinda make it lose its milk-cow.

Apparently now its spring and there is a tree outside my house of which I of which I keep taking pictures. I pick up little habits easily. I should have told you this. Sometimes when I go to various buildings in the corporate area I take pictures of the paintings that they have on the walls - If I ever become an art thief. I may not be the best boyfriend but I'll take you on a wild, weird ride of randomness - sorry I can't help it - I'm torn. Tell me to do something once and I'll keep doing it until you explode. Know thy self, for in knowing ones self thou shall know God.

I may have told you this before but there is old lady that sits outside her house at odd hours of the night. I have never said a word to this woman. I pass by her house on my way to and from work. I wave and smile. Sometimes, lately, I just feel uncomfortable and wish she would just go into her house and not FORCE ME INTO BEING POLITE. It pisses me off when I know that THERE IS NO POSSIBLE WAY TO NOT SEE HER THERE. She knows it and I know it, yet she still tortures me. Sometimes I take something out of my pocket and act like I'm busy, just to avoid contact, it makes me feel dirty. One of these days I'm going to show her the finger.

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