Intermission. (Fact)

The day so far, has been good.
The work ended early and the pain wasn't
as pronounced as before. It was a good day.

Not necessarily productive, but good.


There was hot chick at work, her pseudonym so aptly
coined for her, by a fellow co-worker. And as you people
probably know, I'm in the business of providing
Legendary Service whatever that means. Which, in my
definition would be good service that will border on excellent,
if you're polite enough. Otherwise, for $4.50 an hour, you'll
only get good service, if you're rude and obnoxious, damnit.

Well, seeing as how friendly and nice and polite and courteous
hot chick was, about getting her drink mixed up. I decided to
be similarly nice as well, and offer her a coupon for a free drink.
And, she was bloody gracious about it too, declining, making
excuses not to accept the coupon. But you know, the thing was,
she was hot nice and while, normally I'd be fake
about getting the customer to accept the coupon.

But, you know, a good looking woman, is a good looking woman.

And, afterwards, she was bloody gracious about it too.
She came by to give us baristas fruitellas. Joys, of joys.
It'll be a present that I keep close to my heart. A present,
that I'll never use. I'll keep it dry, and keep it free from dust,
I'll keep it close keep it warm near my heart.


The only thing that I have to live for in my life now, are women.

Even if I'm walking along the city stretch, unkempt and still
dressed in my work uniform-khakis and a black polo tee, hair
flying wildly like grass on the field long and flying freely, in the
wind for all to see. There's still the pretty girls to ogle at.

That's the only constant that you can depend on in life.
Girls, women, she-bitches. Whatever you want to christen
them.




And, the only constant about them, apart from their inconsistencies,
and the very fact that they can bite you in the ass for things that
they'll easily get away, scott free for are that there's always an abundance
of beauty to feast your eyes on. No matter where you are. There'll
always be a bevvy of stylishly clad, or fashionably laid back women
all cute and pretty, walking single, freely.

And, you don't even have to look hard.




God, I'm such a man whore.