I love the outdoors. I love hiking, beach walks,Driving in the mountains with the windows down. What I can't stand is people. I find that I hate going to the store for anything. I do not care to see over happy kid with his/her fake Wal-Mart,Target or Albertsons smile. I hate the way they brin up conversations with me like thay have known me for 10 years. Me= Putting food items othe conveyer belt. Register slut= Ohhhhhhh looks like we are having a BBQ today. Me"Thinking"= No cunt. I always buy charcoal and meat products on Saturday mornings. Me outloud= mmm hhmmmm. The fake attitudes people have now a days sickins me. Everyone is forced to "act" polite at there jobs and appear to be happy. I have no problems sitting at the bar and supporting alcoholism and talking with people I don't know. I once got into a conversation with a complete stranger about ways to get our misses in the mood for some back door action. I guess the bar is actually group therapy if you think about it. The one time I almost accepted a credit card offer over the phone was the 1 time I recieved an honest call. It went something like this.
"Ring ring"
Me= Hullo?
Telemarketer= Hey fuckwad, How's it going you asshole?
Me= Uhh fine I guess.
T= You know who the fuck this is?
M= No fucking clue.
T= Good assface. I'm having a bad day and would like to know if you want a creditcard or are you going to be a dick.
M= Guess I'm a dick. If you were offering something else I might be more interested because of the honesty you are showing.
T= Oh well. Thought I would try a different approach. Thanks anyway dick head. *click

The whole time we were both laughing about this situation. I actually felt a little better about this call rather than my usual piss poor attitude towards telemarketers.

Peace pot and microdots bitches