vom vom

here is sixty dollars of black and tan

feel both redundant and vital to the overall success of the store

am one of the little people, but i massage the money

hate talking to people.

hate making eye contact with people

no longer give people the 'benefit of the doubt'

doubt many people are overall 'good people'

when i was on ritalin i would hold intense eye contact for uncomfortable periods of time

i did this once in a job interview and the interviewer commented on it, 

i hadn't noticed that i hadn't blinked in like five minutes

i want to cut off my hands and hurl them at the robot voice

i want to push over the machines and dump clothes on the floor and roll in the piles of clothes

i want to make a huge fucking mess and not give a shit because i will be the the one who is always right

i want to scream something and then leave

pay me in used monopoly money