The Wars of the Weak

Whining isn't becoming of anyone, yet people are obsessed with one another's bullshit.
I was thinking about this when I was lying awake at five this morning. Also thinking about water and why my dreams are so fucked up. I had a beautiful dream that I was floating in the ocean with tiny creatures around me and attached to my skin. Some of them were bio luminescent and transparent like tiny jellyfish clinging to my hands and arms. when I glanced below the water I saw sea turtles and brightly colored fish.

People are a loathsome breed. We love to be recognized for our deviance. I know its strange. Why do we make dirty blogs and post pictures of our half naked bodies online though? The nice fellow I just got off the line with was very pleased that I mentioned the size of his wallet. Faux pas? I think not.

JUST following that successful phone call my asshole of a fucking manager(who seems to have waged some kind of pathetic little war against everything that I am) came on and threatened to fire me for not timing my calls. This is the second time this little bitch has pulled shit over nothing. I hate it when someone just seems to dislike you for no fucking reason. So much for not whining.

I think the phone sex business is kind of like the weather. you can get a storm/caller and predict how its gonna go from there(to a degree) but other then that there's really no telling and to be a douche to the women you have working for you isn't going to get you anywhere but bashed on a blog like this. It boils down to having a manager that fails to recognize your hard work. fuck that.

I just talked to enema guy. he likes his enemas in a very specific way that I just haven't figured out yet. I know alot about an enema too. we'll just leave it at that.

Dickface hasn't come back to threaten to fire me again...we'll just see.