quietantrum

don't know why i'm writing cause i don't really have anything to say.....i just finished 2 books this week, Dry and Running with Scissors....not in that order. they are autobiographical and the most fucked up books i've read in a long time. makes me feel a little more normal. work is getting harder for me. last night when jess and i went to the store he was playing black eyed peas, which i had to complain about cause i hate hip hop, and he pleaded that that was his one exception. but anyways, his theme song every day this last week that he listend to on his way to work was "let get retarded" which made me crack up. to many times this happens.....
me: "411 info. for what city and state please?"
them: "New York"
......so i have to assume that they are in NYC because they are to lazy to specify and to concited to know that there is a whole STATE called New York.....
me: "and for what listing?"
them: "Maatha....don't know her laast name....think she lives on like 63rd, 62nd....somewheh 'round there...."

yeah...u really think i can find that number asshole!? seriously, i roll my eyes after almost every call at the begining of the day, but after a few hours i become numb to the retardedness. it has been making it alot harder to get out of bed in the a.m.

but enough of that. happy b-day to CynicPhilosophy!!! WOOT!