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Thursday, April 29, 2004

With Out Compliments

I don't sleep. At least, I don't sleep well. I usually only get about six hours of sleep, most of which I wake up for no reason only to fall back asleep. There are even a few nights where I sleepwalk, waking up in the kitchen or standing in my room. I usually figure whatever it was I was doing must have been important, because I'm usually trying to move or organize things.

But I digress.

Like I said, I never get enough sleep. Showing up to work in the morning is pure agony. Imagine waking up every day with a horrible hangover, without the pride of earning it. The bags under my eyes can now be considered luggage. My skin takes on a yellow hue, though I usually blame this on the fluorescent lights. So as you can imagine I normally look like crap.

But last night was different some how, at about five in the morning I heard a noise in the living room and immediately went into alert mode. I was fully awake and ready to bust out my kung-fu on any would be intruders. When I made my way to the living room I found that it was merely the water cooler gurgling. The coward in me rejoiced. But oddly enough the adrenaline woke me up fully. In fact I was so awake I didn't even feel like going back to sleep. This meant I could technically sleep in for two hours, which I did.

And it was good.

On average when I show up to work at nine I'm a zombie. I run on my own automated systems, driving to work, doing my job, I really don't wake up till about 11. But today I was quite awake, I felt bright eyed and a little bushy tailed. When I showed up everyone said the same thing, "wow, you look like crap!" I tried not to take offence.

"No sleep again?"

"Maybe you should see a doctor."

It turns out tricking your body into thinking it's sleeping doesn't count. To me, aside from bed head, I looked fairly normal, disheveled, perhaps, but normal. Through out the rest of the day it's been the same thing, people keep pointing out that I look terrible, but I feel fine.

Even now, with the day half way over, people are still pointing out how horrific I look due to lack of sleep. I'm almost tempted to tell them just how disgusting they look. At least I have an excuse.

Exile

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Monday, April 19, 2004

If they're kind enough to show their boobs, you better show respect.

Though I do not have a Super Hero's cape (anymore) I do like to think that I will stand up for the little guy when ever I can. In fact, any time I see someone getting bullied or treated badly I get quite angry. Granted most of my life it was me getting bullied, but I was irked none the less. But it was on a recent trip to Vegas that I realized that I really get angry when I see people treating scantily clad women this way as well.

if you've ever been to Vegas the advertising of sex is quite overwhelming. From free pornographic magazines passed out on the streets to shows where every girl has her own main attractions. And then there are people who try and ruin this for everyone. There are men and women alike who treat these girls like trash just because they're paid to show some skin. They look down on them with the words "whore" and "slut" burning from their hateful eyes.

personally I've never understood this logic. It's a simple and harmless transaction, you pay extra for a flesh feast. The girls smile and deliver your drink, what could possibly be wrong with that? But calling them over with "hey you" only to make a demand for a drink without tipping, makes you wonder just who's the whore in this transaction.

be they strippers or cocktail waitresses they deserve the same respect any person should get, possibly even more so.

Of course it's usually ugly people who treat them badly, and who gives a shit about stupid ugly people.



Exile

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