My hair smells like bacon.

Repost from Myspace Blog March 2.

Really, it does. It was bacon cooking day at work.

I'm trying to decide whether to open the door, build the wall better, or set fire to the fortress.

I wonder if Loki likes fortune cookies? I wonder if that's what his beak was up to. I wonder if he can even eat them?

I referred to being treated like a second class citizen the other day. I was actually quite serious about it to the person I said it to. Reason I told them that, was in comparison to how they treat me. They treat me as a person with a brain. Yes, they're actually listening. Yes, to their surprise, I don't often get credited with being the thinking type. Of course, this person thinks I'm slightly more interesting than the average bear, unlike a few people I encounter who seem to think I'm a way to entertain themselves temporarily, but can't come to face me or speak to me.

I guess I've had a couple shit hands dealt. I guess I'm just not caring anymore.

But, maybe it's about time I let out some innermost thoughts.