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"Hello. My name is Thanatos and I am a cellphone-aholic." Sounds like something out af a bad after-school special, but I have just come to realize that I am addicted to my cell phone. Now in my case it's not an overwhelming desire to talk for hours on end. It's just that I reealize that the majority of my life is attached to that damn phone. At work, that is how a lot of clients get in contact with me. At home that is the only way I can get in touch with my friends as I don't have a home phone. And to make matters even worse; the time I couldn't get to my phone was probably the time that some hot girl was trying to call me to say she wanted to have hot, sweaty sex with me, and her girlfriend wanted to come too. Aaaggh! (See, I told you it was bad. I'm starting to get delusional) I didn't know how complete the addiction was until I left it over my friends house one night and he promptly fell off the face of the earth. So, I couldn't get a hold of him for 4 days. I was ready to kill somebody when he finally called me today, apologizing for not answering the 5,000 messages I left on his phone. I don't know how, but I fully intend to find a way to wean myself off of this addiction. The withdrawals were too intense. I needed a fix and only MY cellphone would do. Screw it. I'll talk to you later. I'm going to rehab.

O.K. It's time to rant and rave again. You know what I hate? What I loathe and plain just can't stand? Slow ass people! Now, I'm not talking about people who are mentally retarded or anything( unless you're that way from smoking one too many fat "blunts", in which case I'm talking about you too). But, I am talking about the ones that have two speeds, slow and reverse. That can't even spell "sense of urgency". The ones that move slower than molasses in the winter. If I have to spend one more minute of my life waiting on these idiots I"ll snap! They’ve gotta go. I propose this for disposal of said miscreants: Feed them live to a herd of wild, famished boars (ala Hannibal). Yeah. That's it. Drench them in blood and feed them to the feral hogs. So let it be written. So let it be done.

Have you ever heard of this definition of insanity:

"Insanity - doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different result. " Well I think I've gone insane because I come to work day after day and expect to not want to kill everybody here . (That part is just a joke, just in case someone does pull some crazy shit here, It wasn't me!) Just so you get it straight I HATE MY JOB!!!!! I sit around everyday looking at morons trying to sell and other morons actually coming to buy the crap we sell. Unfortunately, I am one of the morons, I've been so brainwashed by the all-mighty dollar that I am just one more runner in the rat race. I keep telling myself that one day I will quit and do something meaningful with my life, but everyday I keep coming to this grind, with a stupid "May I help you" on my lips. I now believe in karma for I know I must have done something tremendously horrible in either a past life or something that I am now getting my comeuppance for. I will break this vicious circle someday. Hopefully soon.

You know I first noticed that people were slowly getting away from saying about a year ago. I was reading a book "The Face' by Dean Koontz.

It mentioned the commercialization of Christmas. Now I have no intention on getting overly religious all of a sudden, But COME ON. Do you mean to tell that anyone gets offended if you tell them Merry Christmas. That has to be the epitome of stupidity. Political Correctness run rampant. So what's next? If you want to tell someone happy birthday, you can't unless you tell everyone around them happy birthday too(regardless if their b-day was six months ago) so as not to offend their sensitivies. We put way too much emphasis on the wrong things.



Okay, I'll get off my soapbox for now.



By the way:



MERRY CHRISTMAS!

Well another boring day at work I think I must be some type of masochist. I can't stand keeping up this front as if I actually like the idiots that work here. They come in and I smile(grudgingly), we chit-chat and I count the seconds until they leave. I've gotta find something a diiferent career. Grave digger, perhaps?