Thursday in hell, it starts out easy enough, quiet, peacfull, calm. Then they arrive, the people I see every day but can never really get used to. Theres one, my trusting blog companion who keeps me from completely going insane and I believe he feels the same. If we couldnt vent on each other I feel it could become a blood bath, It starts out with simple chit chat, you listen but dont really pay attenion. You pretend to just to be polite, hoping that it will eventually stop....but it doesnt you get the pitch ins, you know the people that always have something to add to a completely meaningless story hoping to perhaps make it better in some pathetic way but it never does. All that happens is the story gets longer and longer and it starts to grate on your nerves like a styrofoam cooler squeaking in your car or the chalkboard or the ballons that the stupid fucking clown makes those stupid fucking animals with I FUCKING HATE ALL OF THOSE SOUNDS! Anyway thats how they sound. I just want to jump up and pull my pants down and take a big shit right in front of the entire group. At least that way the conversation might be worth listening to. Anyway it will only get worse the next few days. Hopefully you wont read about it in the papers. Until next time.
Max Crews
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