The lingering pain is normal.

Working on websites is not a easy feat for me. I get bored easily, and distractions seem to come at the worst times so I get nothing done. The worst of them all? When someone comes to me bitching about their “perfect” life. Sorry, I missed something, if you constantly hammer on about how awesome life is then why the FUCK are you bitching about it to me? Usually it has something to do with their relationship on how their significant other doesn’t give them enough attention or something. So they hop online and try to get attention somewhere else. In order to hold my attention for any extended period of time I need 1 thing. Naked pictures, tits are acceptable, full body shot preferred. Unless you are grossly over weight, then fuck off.

So usually it gets to a point where I just ignore them and constantly respond with “yeah”, “heh” or “nice”. They get the hint and finally leave me alone. This time was not the case, instead she kept going on and on and on about something. I can’t remember, I was too busy attempting to find a quick way to end my life to prevent this from happening again. Then it dawned on me, she goes on and on about her husband and how she is a good girl and blah blah blah. I haven’t jacked it yet today so why not try and get some naked pics for when its winding down time. Worst case she gets offended and leaves me alone, best case she sends pics and I help ruin a marriage a little bit at a time.

So I start to prod and ask about personal things. Get some info of what she likes to wear underneath her clothes. I start to get to her and it sounds like things are going to go my way. She talks about dirty things and getting naked. Win, that should have sealed the deal. Wrong, dead wrong. She started to talk about how she would bone me if I show up and her husband is gone. Great, so she is a hypothetical cheater. I have a strong belief that all women are hypothetical cheaters. In the right circumstances anyone would cheat, cause everyone likes sex. Unless your dead, or have morals, which is pretty much the same thing.

So here I am, no pics, nothing done on my websites, and some bitch talking about cheating if the moon was aligned properly with the Hubble telescope and the 4th moon of Juniper.

Fucking aids.

Sitting here at work I am pondering my next move in the giant game we call life. I have a friend who is close to me, meaning she is one of two people I can have a serious conversation with, who is going through some tough times. I have a tendency to attempt to help my friends when they are going through some tough times, but this one I don’t think I can be of any help. It is quite unsettling when my normal bag of tricks don’t work and I have to just take a step back and admit defeat. I don’t like to admit defeat, even if I know I am clearly in the wrong.

Working this job doesn’t help that either. More than not I am right and I win when it comes to dealing with customers. These pompous asshats will call up making demands. Demands. Who the FUCK do you think you are thinking you can make demands? Some overpaid retard who learned how to run a spybot program and plug some wires into a switch. Good fucking job jackass, welcome to 1st grade computers. It fills my heart with great joy when I get to knock them off their high horse.

Yesterday, a co-worker sent me a excerpt from a article at CNN. The article, here, talks about how the audience became depressed after watching Avatar. Seriously? You guys got sad cause you can’t live on some made up planet? Here, just fucking, here:

On the fan forum site “Avatar Forums,” a topic thread entitled “Ways to cope with the depression of the dream of Pandora being intangible,” has received more than 1,000 posts from people experiencing depression and fans trying to help them cope.

What. The. Fuck. There is a thread, on a forum, to help people cope with depression caused by a movie. A ANIMATED MOVIE. Then some jackass actually posted this:

“Ever since I went to see ‘Avatar’ I have been depressed. Watching the wonderful world of Pandora and all the Na’vi made me want to be one of them. I can’t stop thinking about all the things that happened in the film and all of the tears and shivers I got from it,” Mike posted. “I even contemplate suicide thinking that if I do it I will be rebirthed in a world similar to Pandora and the everything is the same as in ‘Avatar.’ “

OK, I can’t exactly comprehend what is going on here. Someone wanted to commit suicide, cause they thought they would be reincarnated on a place like Pandora. Awesome. You know, I am against social darwinism, the whole killing people cause they are stupid or have bad traits thing, but if I am in charge of that department, I am ALL for it.

Lately I have been noticing my sleeping abilities to be degrading. I attribute it to some phenomenon where I am slowly gaining super powers. So far though, all that seems to be happening is a increase in how tired I am in the morning. Thoughts frequently float around in my head that make little sense, the issue now is that none of them make sense. Memories of the past, things I don’t really want to remember, all seem to surface but nothing is exactly clear. I try and figure out the root to all of this, most likely it is due to the high amounts of caffeine that I intake.

On these sleepless nights I try to spur creativity, give me something to do instead of laying in bed staring at the ceiling while my cat gnaws on my leg. I should probably start feeding that thing more often. I attempted to sit down and work on my site and a friends site, little progress was made as I ended up staring blankly at sites that made even less sense than what goes on in my head. Talking with friends on the various means of communicating over the net I started chatting up the normal cam whores. Get a picture or two of some tits or a flash of their ass. Seemed like no one was in the mood to give me a full show though. You have no idea how aggravating that is. I don’t fucking talk to you cause I like you, I talk to you because I like your tits and when you stick things in your ass when I ask you to. Life would be alot easier if you realized that I am a manipulative asshole and just did what I said without me having to do so much work.

I am still waiting for those superpowers to show up..