penguinviking

I'm drunk not very as i can type. watching krap ass cable porn after a crappyer day at work. all days at work are shit. the cable porn has a dead stripper. I need to leave this place. I woke on new years eve with a fucked up fingure. I for some reason think i got out of a moving car. Its much more likely...
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I hate small talk. I'm at a point that I don't give my real name. Its a Rumplskelscan complex of somekind I don't want an annoying (usually drunk) stranger knowing my name. As the better of us know we draw the attention of annoying drunks. I'm trying to get through small talk with out answering question or asking them. Very few get through the wall...
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I've found myself in Baltimore for over a year now and have been plotting my escape. I see know easy out at the present time. I seem to live by a subconcious philosiphy of any where put here.
I may be searching for something or someplace. I don't think I wish to find it I fear the roots it may give me.

I have an increasing distaste for people. I fear it's do to the magority of my involvement with those I work with and there lack of work ethic. I also find there morals less than statisfactory. I admit I'm no saint yet also a bit of a boyscout. take as a sample my suporvisor wanting to hook his polish girlfriends polish friend up with a...
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