Okay, quit fucking around and write a goddamn diary entry already. First the real life stuff.

I hadn't had a chance to mention this in my last entry because I was too worked up about my car being towed. Saturday I worked with the boss man, and I had said in here that I expected it to be horrible. And actually it wasn't. He stayed in the office for most of the day and I sat in the front of the store and read. Finally at about 2 I was outside smoking a cigarette and he came out and struck up a conversation with me. I didn't know he ever talked, or laughed for that matter. We ended up having a really good talk. He's not a guy getting rich off owning a couple of Domino's stores or anything, he's just a businessman struggling to get by and trying to make it work. We talked about how stressed out he gets at the first of every month when he has to scribble out the rent check and the tax check and the payroll and everything, and how he misses the days when he was just a manager and somebody else was writing him a paycheck. So he's a good guy, I think. A little boring maybe, a little anal, but a good guy. He's just trying to make it work, and I think I was too hard on him before.

I had formed these opinions on Saturday after working with him, so don't think I'm only saying this because of what I'm about to tell you. See, on Monday night I was leaving work and Manager Anthony asked Scott a question about what to do if a driver gets his car towed, related to my situation from the day before. Scott gives him an answer, and then looks at me. "That reminds me, I want to have a little chat with you. Come outside for a minute." In my head, because I always expect the worst, I was thinking it would go, "If you get your car towed or some stupid shit like that again, you're fired. That fucked up the whole day here." Something like that. Of course what he actually said was, "Cash is a little tight right now. Once things loosen up a bit, I'm going to give you a little money to help you defray the cost of getting your car towed. I don't know if it will be $25, $50, but I want to give you something because you're a hard worker and you do a lot of good things for us. But don't tell anyone about this, I don't want people thinking they get a ticket and I'm going to bail them out, but I'd like to help you out when I can." I thought that was really fucking cool, because he doesn't have to do that by any means. It's just a nice thing for him to do. Did I mention they fucking love me at work? I'm the king of the pizza men. I get around town quick, I don't get lost, I'm fast and efficient in the store. I already get more hours than any other driver there. Maybe it's stupid being proud of being a pizza man, and I'm not saying I'm actually proud to be a pizza man, but it's nice that people recognize that I'm not a complete fuckup and can do my silly job well.

Okay, now the other goofy shit I've been thinking about.

I don't know what the point of even having hair is lately. I wear a hat all the fucking time, I rarely have a day off, so I never make it look pretty. I just have hat hair all the damn time. I've been thinking of just shaving it all, not bald because I'm quite sure I have a oddly shaped head, but just short. Probably won't do it though.

You know what would be the worst thing about not having any arms? What if you had an itch? One you couldn't reach with your toes. That would suck.

I don't write about things like this as much lately, because I wonder if the whole world has become so ridiculous that there's no point to saying my piece, especially since my opinion is about the same as any sane individual, but come one. Sueing fast food companies because you're a fat ass? You didn't know McDonalds fries had a lot of fat in them? Seriously? You had two heart attacks and you didn't start watching what you ate after the first one? You ate fast food five times a week and didn't think that could be part of the problem you were quickly jumping up to three hundred pounds? Couldn't put those two things together, huh? Americans eat out an average of four times a week because of the fast food places, or is it because Americans are fucking stupid and don't know how to cook? Take some responsibility for you life, for Christs sake. I'm so tired of this litigious babied society where people gleefully take no responsibility for their lives, knowing they can just sue whatever company offered them a product that they purchased of their own free will and allowed them to fuck up their lives. The lawyers for this stupid fast food case say, "We're going to sue and sue and show them they can't do this. It worked with tobacco, and it will work here." What worked with tobacco? We're still smoking! And we're paying higher costs than ever to enjoy something that is only harming those of us who choose to use it. The only people who really benefitted from that case are the lawyers, and the same will stand for this case. God I hope they lose. If they win, that will be the official end of hope for our society. How about the case where the guy is on trial for manslaughter because his friend got drunk and crashed a car and killed someone. The guy is on trial because he didn't keep him from doing that. Ridiculous. As long as we can put the blame on someone else we can all feel better about ourselves, right? We spend all our time catering to the lowest common denominator, and by doing so the common denominator is only becoming lower and lower still.

And as long as I'm just rambling along here telling everyone why I'm smarter and better than them, I was looking at some of the suggestions for rebuilding on the World Trade Center site. The official plans obviously sucked, and there's some page on CNN.com I think where people can send in their suggestions. Some look really good. I'm partial to the ones who want to build something tall there to restore the skyline. While I've never been to NY, I really like the skyline, and I want to see it again. There have been a few good suggestions for this. I don't really care for the idea of saving it as "forever hallowed ground, never to be built on again!" Just seems silly. It's New York. New York is better than that. The worst ones though are the silly bastards who come up with about fifty different ways of being symbolic in their designs. The symbolic things that are just killing me are the people who suggest that they build a building there shaped like a giant American flag, or buildings in the shape of stars, or, the best laugh for me, a building shaped like a cross. A cross. That's fucking hilarious. One guy suggested that three buildings be built representing the three major religions of the world, Judaism, Christianity, and Islam. Like a big building that looks like a star of David, a building that looks like a cross, and a building that looks like a mosque. He suggested that there be smaller buildings to represent the other religions of the world. Because it's all about religion, right? Would the building to represent atheism be shaped like a brain? Seems to make sense. So here's my suggestion. Build two buildings, each 2000 feet high, and each in the shape of a slice of apple pie! Because nothing's more american than apple pie, right? Or maybe one is a piece of pie, and the other is a baseball bat. No! Wait! One is a slice of apple pie, the other is a gun! Now that's America! Ah, fuck! A dollar sign and a gun! That's it! That's so much better than apple pie. One giant dollar sign, and one giant, fully functional gun. Both of which are red white and blue. And are a giant fountain, somehow. And something with names on it. That's the ticket.

Well, I think I've rambled enough here for the moment. Today is a day off from both jobs, which I am very happy about. Jenn is on her way to Utah to visit her family, which kind of sucks. I will try to use the time she's gone wisely, though, and get some serious painting done. Seriously. I'm going to do it right now. As soon as I wash the dishes. It seems like I'm always washing dishes.