You know those people you always see around the office, or at school or at the theater that always seem happy? They usually laugh too much, up-end their sentences and make it a point to end words in 'y' that don't end in 'y'. They're not happy. Why should they be? They got a big raise at work? More money? Money to buy more things. Things nobody needs. Or perhaps they're in love. In love with themselves--in love with their image. New clothes, dyed hair, expensive shoes. They want to look their best.

For who?

Who cares? Why can't people just be real? Don't put on a show. Don't smile just to smile. It's creepy, cut it out. Another thing that's related to these overly enthusiastic jerks: the use of the word "buddy." I'm not your "buddy." Why do people insist on calling people "buddy?" Hey asshole, I have news for you: I'm not your friend. Hell, I don't even know you.

The other day at school, some guy came up to me and said "Hey, what's up?" I kicked him in the chops. He didn't say much the next time I saw him because of the surgery.

182,424 sleep.

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