I'm too tired to really be depressed about it anymore, and I've come dangerously close to the serenity of acceptance; I am going to be alone for the rest of my life.

I've started composing haiku poems at work to prove how zen I am:

How can I help you?
The water is ten dollars.
Yes, I'm serious.

Feeling pretty bored.
Saw II will let out in 10
Then I clean the aisles.

Time is almost up.
Feet lightly greased with butter,
I hate the movies.

http://www.400monkeys.com/God/

Why do they call it a "pussy", anyway?

No pants? I think so.

Man, I fucking hate people that hate other people for some arbitrary reason.

So they tore down Lilooet and built a Shopper's Drug Mart in its place. It's depressing in the sense that losing a piece of your past is always depressing, but, truth be told, I don't really think I need it any more.

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"Daddy's going to kill you. He's going to kill you," she said.
I wasn't listening, though. I was thinking about something else- something crazy. "You know what I'd like to be?" I said. "You know what I'd like to be if I had my goddam choice?"
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