Elimination of Bay Windows (of pregnant women)

Good morning everyone. I woke up to a quite warm house this morning so I paused there to go turn on the air conditioner. Plus my kitty is a never ending distraction. Today is the last day of September. Time is friggen flying by. I can't believe summer is already over. I can't believe I have been at my job for one year tomorrow. I started on October 1st. So it is an easy date to remember. It also means another raise for me. Which I won't complain about in this lifetime. We have gone through a lot of people in the past year. At my work there is only one person who has been there longer then I now. Not including my manager of course. I want to go this halloween as a nudist. Simple and fun. Two things I like in a costume. Though it really isn't one. Except for it is the one God permanently dressed me in. Last Halloween I was working. Who knows. That might happen again. But I wouldn't mind enjoying it this year. Though I have never been one who has really cared for holidays. But this one has an element to it that can make it fun as all hell. You can be whoever you want!

Where any mask you decide upon. It can be socially acceptable to cover yourself in blood and gore and walk out in public among children. Very strange. If I was a killer I would kill on this holiday and just walk out in public covered in real blood and be chuckling inside to myself. "If only they knew." It is the day every year that has the most crime. Both violent and property damage wise. Cops must fucking hate it. Especially when descriptions come in. "They got on some Wal-Mart mask. Ummm Maybe it was a gargoyle?" Then they look at a sea of people not looking like people and wonder where to begin. Kind of when I look at a guitar and think how I would love to master it. If only it was easy as mastering masturbation. Though there are people out there who haven't. But they should get on it. It is those kind of people that go into a Mcdonald's and shoot up a bunch of lower class families. Never trust a person who can't touch themselves properly.

I have been in a violent mood lately. I don't know if it is real or not. Whether I just like the idea of it or whether I actually want it to happen. Because really by nature I am generally the most non-violent person in the world. But when I am walking in public with say my hoody with the world trade centres blowing up on it. It is in the back of my mind that I would love it to start a little scuffle. Because if someone tried to hit me just because of my fashion choice I would be justified in hitting back and going at it. By law I would be justified in doing so. And I would never just hit a person for no reason. So something like that would have to happen. But would I wither down if it actually happened. Because often violence gives me a lot of anxiety. You can't fight very well full of that. But AI have been playing violent video games. Haha. And it fixes my fix. I was watching the show Tapout yesterday. It is a show of trainers who train a good fighter they have found to fight in a big match.

These kids are young. Younger then me. This is UFC style fighting. Your hands are just wrapped so you don't break them. No boxing gloves or any of that shit. Almost anything goes. You just can't punch in the nuts. You can grapple. Punch in the back of the head and yes. Even use your elbows to the face. Knees. Whatever. I was thinking while watching the show how these kids are well equipped. If they ever come into violent situations that they would be prepared. More then prepared. They would probably kick the shit out of any one or two people who came at them. They have devastating hits that could crush your face. But then again if I had those skills would I get into more violent situations? Would I be even more mouthy then I am just knowing that if I caused a violent situation that I would most likely be on top of it? Because I do believe that violence probably does begat violence. Even just being skilled in a violent art probably does. But still. There is an appeal to being able to be quick on your feet and be fast with your hands. Anyways I think I am done this for the day. I miss you Nicole. Come back. Bring Mike with you. I miss him as well. I hope you all have a gorgeously lovely day. Cheers!