It has come to my attention that when I do my blog it is filling with sorry self-absorbed thoughts. To some, or perhpas just one, it comes across as trite and boring. I mean who cares what I think anyways? hehe. At any rate I will do my best to write more about what happens around that all the lovely people out there miss out on. One thing would be the unsaid tension that exists between me and my roommate right now, while he may not know it is there, it is. He will probably read this at some point, but oh well. Today at Osco I worked with Alicia. She is a nice girl, pretty too. I was never totally convinced I could ever be in a relationship with her. I mean I am attracted to her, but I just knew deep down that it would never work. I just may be right. Shaun, another employee of mine told me a riviting story about how Alicia came over to his house and started "sending signals" if you will, whatever that means. Regardless she then proceeded to tell me that she didn't like him that way and was afraid he liked her. She is a tease. I knew it. She's cool though, I just know to stay away from her :) I worked in the liquor department at work today for 3 hrs b/c I guess we were short? It was very very quiet up there and I basically had nothing to do. I read the tabloids and did a word search, but htat isn't the story. The story is about an older gentleman who came in asking for a 1/2 pint of vodka. At first I just thought that he was more privy to the bottle than you or I, as most older folks are, but upon firther investigation I realized that this man was probably homeless, not to mention a loon. I felt bad for him as he rambled on about how cops hate war vets and how they would pour his liqour out if he was spotted by them. I felt bad, but the kicker is I didn't have the heart to tell him that I shouldn't sell the vodka to him. I sold him two small bottles of hard liqour and he left to drink himself into a stuper. I felt horrible. I felt like somehow I was contributing to the worst things in america, alcoholism and homelessness. It kinda put my whole life and how I have been living it into perspective. Maybe I am not being the best person I can be. Maybe I am thinking with my penis even more than Jake. Maybe I sin just a bit more than I should. It just makes me sad that an old insane gunmen in lord knows what war was the only thing to make me realize this. It is truely a twisted world......message board your thoughts.