  when the high point is a miniature stapler that uses standard staples that happen to be blue instead of silver, you know your life has reached a new low level, to say the least... there are a couple of answers to this carnage that i refer to as a social life.. i use the term loosely. one might be "you need to get laid. " another might be "just deal with it. " since i don't think sex, the anonymous one-night-stand variety, is the answer to life's problems.. i'm going to go with the latter of the suggestions. now committed.. monogamous sex, that IS the answer to all of life's problems, it can cure just about everything that ails you. from a headache and menstrual cramps (sorry ladies) to a bad attitude... have you ever considered the fact that you HAVE a headache is a sign that you NEED release in your life.. you should.
on to other matters.. i was eating lunch today, mowing down on some nachos, watching i don't know what on FX, when my friend Scott came in and changed the channel to Sci-Fi to watch some classic trek while he dined on hamburgers... seizing the opportunity, because he takes so many liberties with me. i pipe up: i should point out that he shares the birthday of my ex-long-term-relationship and also many many traits.. many irritating traits. me: hey! i was watching that... scott: so.. me: so damn it, i got here first, that should count for something! scott: you know i always come in here and watch trek while i eat lunch. me: SO! B.F.D. man! what about compromise? (pseudo anger, i really don't give a flying fuck what's on TV) scott: well what do you want to watch? me: (realizing the sudden change in tone) scott, just watch yer trek, it doesn't matter. scott: no, you're right, you were here first.. me: no, really, it doesn't matter, it's just tv, i don't care what's on. scott: well what do you want to watch?
me: i really REALLY don't care scott, watch trek. scott: (silently regarding me) me: seriously, let it go, watch trek.. scott: i just want to do what makes you happy.. me: (eyes widening) dude, just drop it, watch trek, i don't care. tv isn't something that makes me happy or sad. scott: (getting up starts flipping through channels) me: (thinking, good, he's going to put it back on trek) scott: (he stops on comedy central, sits back down) i've seen that one anyway... me: *sigh* (great) it's not such a good thing for people to let on that they actually give a flying fuck how i think or feel.. sometimes, i'll just take advantage of that fact.
i'm only kidding.. but it is sort of frightening, i was just fucking around. 
