This is more than just a passing stage. I sit at my computer and here the stories of debauchery from the night before amongst my coworkers. Could it be that I’ve stumbled on something more than faith?

There is a glory in the telling of their stories, as if they were reaching the pinnacle of what life is.

Meanwhile, what do I have to account for my night?

I sat there and watched the Mariners play the Pirates and then I saw a film by Dee Snider. Then I watched an episode of Futurama.

After I consumed those things visually I went to bed.

This morning I didn’t feel good, but I dragged myself to work. I was the only one that was on time.

I feel bad because I want to be indignant, and I want to feel a sense of justice, but it’s not my place. I guess that I’m not content with the whole world talking about things that I don’t find amusing. I am also tired of people shutting me out because I have an opinion that might differ from their own.

I used to think Hell looked a lot like Los Angeles, I realize now that it’s not the city that makes it hell, it’s the people. I have yet to meet a handful, let alone more than two people in this fair city that didn’t disregard me as a stigma to their chosen lifestyle.

If they could take my life, they would still ask for more.

I wrote a letter to the Marines. Everyone should take time to support. I’m sick of all the negative reactions in the news. The people that are fighting over there want to hear a thank you, a kind word, a prayer, and it seems that the nation has turned into a place where armchair surfers are taking over what the news is. I am saddened that a nation so strong for freedom seems to be so negative towards everything. I am guilty, but there is a human factor that we ignore. We ignore the Vietnam vets on their return, we spit on them as they unload buses, and one of my good friends still recalls that to this day. It makes him cry. He was called a murderer,child killer, and spit on upon arriving back to the states. We are in a new state of distress if we as citizens can’t even exchange a kind word. Villainous Company had a great photo on the blog…it said that “America is not at war, the Marines are at war, America is at the mall.” Tigerhawk’s blog also had a story about the marines and what they would like to hear from citizens, and well, it pulled on my heart to show compassion even if it was for a moments notice. If your job was to make sandwiches, wouldn’t you make the best? If you gave your life for your country wouldn’t you do the best you could? Regardless of what others say? What if the marines got lazy? What if they all stopped, would that spell great things for America? I’m not advocating anything but support of a human being that is out there hot and in the desert, defending, protecting, advancing…whatever…they are doing something that I am not. They are giving up themselves for discomfort, and I’m sitting in air conditioning, getting fat.

Write them an email at least.

I’ve been watching too many movies, and my interactions with people are less and less.

I said Hi to the people at blockbuster three times this week. There are two girls that work there that I say hi to, because it seems that every time I’m in there this week they are clerks. I want to work in a video store again. But the pay is horrible.

Wait…

The pay is horrible for me now!

I’ll consider it.

I have a huge announcement coming this weekend but I won’t let the cat out of the bag just yet. Some of you may already get pings from the links I’ve added to it, but keep it hush hush for now.

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