Underlying causes of my insanity

I love how other countries care enough and know enough about American politics and the American president that 10,000 Argentinians show up to protest a visit by George Dubya. Would anybody in America really care if the Argentinian president was coming to visit America? Does anybody even know who the Argentinian president is?


Speaking of current events, you know what would suck? Being Saddam Hussein's lawyer! My God! Is it really worth it to take the case, knowing that people will hate you for the rest of your life for defending the most notorious villain of our era?! Anyway, isn't the case being tried in Europe or something? Who the fuck knows how they do things over there?! Anyway, I hope they win the case for him, just for the sheer irony.


So I started my new job today... Had orientation, last night actually, but today was my first day on the front lines... I mean the front lanes. Yes I'm a fucking cashier at Target. It's a pretty fast-paced job, but I discovered something that may help me cope... A lovely co-worker, what else?! She's my dream woman. Eyes-brown like the wooded forests of desire... Hair-long and flowing, with faded streaks like the memory of the tragic poet who tells only the sorry tale of my conscience. OK, enough of that shit, but I really do love her. Today she was training me and she reached over to do something and one of her boobs rubbed against my arm. At that very moment, I was in love. Engulfed by the flames of desire, like a monk protesting the tyranny of a foreign government. Oh look, I came full circle.