september nineteen

here's my morning. again. walk to the mcdonald's to take a shit. now, i have to wait about five minutes. i finally go in, and the whole world of idiots and selfish, impatient, greedy fucks walk in and start bitching. did i go in and bitch at the last guy? no. i finally get in there, i get one minute. some guy walks in, asks me, i say 'i just got in here, but i'll try to hurry'. he walks out, some other idiot walks in asking, i say again, 'i just got in here, but i'll try to hurry'. he mumbles something untranslatable about waiting, i said i had to wait, too. he didn't care. some other guy walks in, apparently works here, asks the guy waiting how long he's been waiting, he says about seven minutes. i said bullshit, he's only been in here for less than a minute, there's no need to lie. the employee stands there, and says 'no, everyone has a right to take a shit'. proper lingo for a mcdonald's employee. what, was he quoting earnest hemmingway? douchebag. after saying that, the employee stands there, and gives me... literally, i shit you not, pardon the pun... one more minute... i could have timed it on my phone, one more minute, and then bangs on the door, starts pounding frantically on the door, saying, 'okay, your time's up, get the fuck out'. uh... i could have him fired for that, i'm sure. i've never known another human who can drop a turd in one minute flat, and walk out the door, what the fuck is wrong with you robotic heartless clones. is your hardware designed to drop turds that quick? i'm a human. i should rephrase that. unlike you, i'm a human. i walk out of the stall, and there are three guys all crammed in that one tiny bathroom, waiting, and socializing. top marks, gentlemen. bravo. hope someone does that to you... or is that why you treat me that way. is that courtesy these days. is that your standard, your norm, you all treat everyone like shit, and expect to go on walking. because you're all just minute turds, shitting out little beibers, cloning eachother every minute. eat mcdonald's, shit where you eat, and get on with your credit card. no idea why i fucking hate you.

then, i sit here on my laptop, get on the wifi, and i go to meetup.com, since i can't do facebook anymore. and i type in words to search for groups of people like me, so i type in consciousness, all it brings up is stupid looking meditation groups. i type in evolution, all it brings up is atheists and skeptics. i type in intellect, all it brings up is yoga. i type in mensa, it only brings up three groups, one of them is 'i'm a cool nerd'. obviously it's not in style to have a massive brain these days. you'll never figure out who i am and why i hate you. but i panhandled thirty six bucks last night. then i bought a hot chocolate and a couple bowls of cereal, which cost me eight bucks, leaving me with twenty four, so i'll try to use that today, and my two bus tokens, to get down to santa monica, which i really didn't want to do, from the looks of google maps, there's only the one library, it's not close enough to venice beach and the hippies to get weed, and the venice library close to the hippies, once you walk past that library back toward los angeles, there's nothing for miles, no stores, no restrooms, nothing. so if i go to santa monica, i'm basically fucked. i need to find the free meals in that area, the shelters, the areas to hang around, where the hippies are... but i only need weed from that, what i'm really trying to do right now, is find metal people with metal balls to start a metal band. i have yet to build up the motivation to do the open mic, and can't find anyone to help me with that, so fuck you all. you don't want me to get on stage, i won't get on stage, and maybe someday you'll never get to see all the shit in my head, and then hopefully, i'll die... which i'm hoping for soon, cause i can't take this shit any longer, i refuse to live on a planet overrun with this much meth and idiots, hell, i refuse to have anything to do with a world that ever had anything to do with drugs like that. when are you going to figure that out, you human fucking turds. turds with legs, born in under a minute, cloned freshly each morning by your favourite local cancer burger chain, then they'll charge you eight bucks for whatever tiny little thing you eat. that's the single serving life and what it's become. now you have to fit into their robotic single serving limitations and restrictions, and if the packaging is too small for you, you're fucked. your time's up, get the fuck out of the restroom.

i've heard of 'shit or get off the pot', but that's just fucking childish. there's no excuse for you.

last night, i watched some guy get kicked in the head once, and it knocked him out.
about a month ago, i got kicked in the head twice, it didn't even pop my neck.

pussy.