10/06/2004 Entry: "front work sucks"

It's a cold hard fact that my job is a kick in the balls. I spent most of the day today counting corn, which I have learned to hate. The best part of my day, aside from the breaks, was probably stabbing myself in the thumb with a box cutter this morning and trying to hide the blood so I didn't have to go through all the hassle of filling out some stupid "I hurt myself at work because I'm a fucking dumbass" form. It wasn't really a big stab, just one of those annoying ones that should stop bleeding but it doesn't because it feels like being a little punk. I eventually got tired tired of wiping it off on my corn dust covered shirt and sneaked off to the break room to grab a band-aid. It was kind of like having an extra two minutes break, and more importantly, for those couple of minutes that I was thinking about how annoying it would be if someone noticed that I was bleeding I wasn't bored. Yay!

Uhm... it was really windy today.

There is this annoying stupid woman at work who I think I may have to feed to the corn sheller if she doesn't learn to shut the fuck up. I entertained myself for awhile today thinking about how nice it would be to watch her skin get removed from her bones chipper shredder style, and giggle at the thought of her skeleton prancing about trying to gather all her skin back up while shivering. I mean, Jesus Christ, no one gives a flying fuck about your damn purebred dogs, all the extra work you don't do, and that fact that you're a god damn infallible bitch you never fucks up, no, not you, ever, it's always someone else's fault you dirty fucking whore.

God damn I wish I could kick her in the junk.

This is why I shouldn't have jobs where I have nothing to do but think. The little demons that hang out in my head like blood too much. For an non-violent person I think I may be abnormally fascinated with horribly masochistic ways of killing people. I blame television for the way that I violently imagine
destroying people in manners that I have never seen on television. Take that Lieberman. What a douche bag.

I wish I had pyrokinesis. This should be nothing new to any of you, but I want to point it out again. With pyrokinesis not only could I destroy ever mother fucker in the room, but I could fly (by use of a jet pack fuelled by the pyro) , light incense, make pretty pictures, and, most redundantly, destroy every mother fucker in the room.