Operation Rescue!

So I'm again sitting at perkins. No wireless internet to be had here. I'm kina lonely, but have Ami with me. She keeps me company. Right now she's singing sweet little songs. Doesn't it just make your heart skip a beat?

She's going on about how you should take off every zig for great justice. Isn't she sweet? Soon I'm going to ask her to sing about how to better exploit third world nations, and the minoritys we have in this one.

She's the love of my life, too bad her brain is nothing more than a silicon ingot. Yep, she's my laptop computer. But I'm sure she loves me just as much as I love her. It's the only way it would ever work.

I'm not sure how I'd deal with having a girlfriend. I think she would eventualy get jelious of my laptop. I mean, I know I'd spend more time with the laptop than I would with a real girl. What can you do with a girl anyway? I mean asside talk, and sex? What can you do with anyone?

You can't make people do anything you desire on command. Danmit, life is just so not fair. Though there are some girls who would be tempting to try. Granted not many.

I've got one girl at twelve 'oclock who's wearing a much to short playboy bunny shirt. I can imagine why she wears it. What I don't understand is why she seems to be embaresed about it. It's her choice to wear it in public.

People confuse me to no end. Why do they do the things that they do? It makes no sence.

The guy at nine 'oclock sits smokeing a cig, stareing off into space. No. He just has his eyes open. I don't think he's actualy looking at anything at all. Maby he's pondering the meaning of life? Or more likely waiting for a through to pass between his ears.

Why do I hang out in a place like this? I like to watch. No, not that you pervert! Well, that too. I like to observe all interactions between people. From the most mudane things to the most intimate. Nothing is sacred.

One day I will have figured out the secret as to what drives these people. That day I will rule the world. But untill then I'm just going to watch. Never get in the way too much. Just sit back, relax and take it all in.

Of course there is little point of doing all this unless I document what occurs. At least the parts the hold meaning. More than anything else, I'm trying to figure out what I am.

What would you say about me? Nobody has a good answer for that. One of my friends notes on his page that I'm as strange as my name 'xpurple'. Another webpage goes on about how he can't properly explain, then refers to my page.

These are two of my best friends, yet they can't describe me. Even people who hate me can't do it. Or if they do, it's such a general description that it could fit hitler, jessie jackon, or myself. How's that for insulting?

I'm also waiting for someone to truely offend me. Try as I might, it hasn't happend yet. On IRC last night IIgs (like the apple product) went on about some story that was pretty sick. But I didn't bat an eye. I've already seen that sort of thing. No biggie.

The only thing that I can think right now that would offend me would probably have to be a picture of a blue whale screwing a squirl. Just due to the major diffrence in size, and one of them would be in a lot of pain.

Now there are pleanty of things that I find discusting. The looks of 80% of the population for starters. Danmit, why can't everyone be perfect? Hmm, no. Not perfect, but closer. So many morons, so little ammo...

I've got a wigga sitting at elevin 'oclock. Looks like someone that I'd prefer to stay away from. He acts gangsta enough that I'm concerned that he caries a gat. Probably not though. It also wouldn't suprize me if he has to be home by midnight.

Something else of intrest occured. I noticed a car that had hydrolics on it's wheels. Not too uncomon, but this was an old beater. The body was all rusted to shit. I can't belive they wasted thier money on such a pointless thing.

I'd also like to make note of the girl at about eleven thirty. She's not wearing a bra. Not to mention her far too tight white shirt. Makes her nipples stick out. Annoying since she's so ugly. I wonder what drugs she's on.

The speaker on my iBook is almost totaly dead now. Anoying. I'm going to have to replace it soon. Either that or have a silent iBook. (minus headphones, or an amp) Oh well, that's the story of my life.

I also need to take off soon. I've got to do shit tommorow. Shit that I would prefer to not have to deal with. A transcript will follow due to having time to relax after it's done.

Till then all I can say is that I need to deal with some imoral bastards who should be shot. Then I have to deal with some guy who can't figure out how to use webmail. How's that for a day?

At least it should end with Lyndsey ;) Or, the chance of her. Hmm, I think I'm obsesed. When I mentioned how it would be cool if she decided to stalk me. I wonder if she thinks the same if I would stalk her. It would be easy enough to do, and I know how to do it properly.

Right down to the bug required to track her movements. Note, don't ever piss me off. Ever.

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