i feel like im missing out on a lot with this impairment.
i feel i might have had this when i was younger, and thats why im a little inept when it comes to casual conversationalism.
i never learned, or something.

you learn all the basic shit when youre little.
you can see it in people our age or older.
how they react to something can be childish if you look at it right.
(taking praise or criticism.)

for some fucking strange reason, i have a hard time accepting compliments.
i feel either that i dont earn them, or that it doesnt have to be reiterated or said out-loud.
i get pissed when flat-out told what to do (unless by a boss)
but im fucking eager as ever to learn.
id like to have people correct me when needed.
or simply show how its done.

how did i get on this?
late nite. bored. i guess.

always on a different schedule... always.

manuel values space vs. amount.
fuck him =)
only cuz i know its true too.
shit.=/
i waited with clenched cheeks, only to be let down.
but i cant blame him.

this is how i always forget my points.
my mind wanders onto equally intruiging topics, but in the middle of others....
what was i talking about earlier?
meh. too lazy to look back.

a lot of good answers locked up in my fucking skull.

that jason guy has a lot of good shit to say about ones life.
i guess drugs can open you up to that shit.
its good but its bad.
i.e. the more you learn in your job, the more there is thats expected of you....
more pressure. more stress. more worrying. more thoughts. more problems.

hes my stereotypical (psuedo)bartender. my advisor. the guy i bounce shit off of, and he gives me a lot to think about and reflect on.
you know what i mean... or else it wouldnt be a stereotype.

did you know that mexicans (spanish speakers), the true blood mother fuckers....
when you put them in an english speaking environment, they cant for the life of them say stereo?
for some reason they always want to put an E before it. estereo.
who knows why? but i guess some of you fuckers cant roll your Rs either.
estoy borracho.
see!: estoy

im eagerly awaiting school. i dont know if i'll get any classes i want.
but im not looking forward to telling work to change my schedule, even though that funky toofed guy was nice about it the last time.
i just hate telling people how i want it.
who am i to lay the smack down?
but i guess i need to tell them how it is, or else i suffer for it.
theres always another motive pushing you......
good thing. i guess.....sometimes.....

girls seem to be rather impersonal unless it involves them.
like... fuck anyone that doesnt pertain to their wants or needs.
when theyre done. youre out. hmm. i guess thats boyish too.
but theyre not as innocent as everyone is led to believe and wants people to believe....
thats all im saying.

girls are now pulling the same turnabout that minorities have been.
that people are still seeing it how it was so many years ago.
but this shit aint true.
just because its claimed to be tradition. that dont mean shit.

im getting more and more vauge. i just shit i dont really want to share.
i better be off.
i have a doc appt. in less than 12 hrs.
but if this guy lives up to the reputation that ive given him, i'll end up with two bad ears or bad to worse, a ringing in the left one.
why do i keep going back? its habit, comfortable....
but shit. this guys told me that my chest had nothing wrong with it (tell that to the pain im feeling right now)
and also gave me an 11th fucking toenail on a botched surgery. well. not really 11th, but just a separate one.. so yeh. maybe 11. fucker.
he wouldnt give me any more booby rubs cuz he sed they werent working. (they only stopped working cuz i stopped going)
my sister has the same beliefs. she got off this boat one thanksgiving coming back from the bahamas, and its like she never left the boat... whobling back and forth..
tee hee. i say shes faking! so did the doc. HA!

ok. really. im through.
night to all you 9 - 5ers/mon - fri bitches!