library helper?

Just about everyday I see something that is so funny it should be written in here. But I tend to forget about it or get too lazy to type. Luckily we got a funny library bit.

Over weight lady is sitting at a computer. She peers over the partition and says to someone "Sir, can you go and get one of the library helper people to come here?" Then she mumbles something like she will be here all day. She keeps peering over the partition and repeated "Can you get one of the library helpers to come here?"

Finally she gets up and walks over to the library desk and gets a librarian.

WOW.

Ok, really? Your first instinct is to bother someone to do something you can do yourself? All I saw was the top of her head and her eyes. And yet before she got up, I knew she was going to be overweight. She wasn't obese. But definitely a big woman. I have nothing against big people so I better not go into details on my why I predicted it. But the longer I live on earth, the jolly big people is like a unicorn.

It seems like fat people tend not be jolly but tend to be prone to weird moods and odd actions.

I'm glad the total stranger did not get up and do it for her. And on top of that, the guy she called out to wasn't even close to her. He is like 15 feet away in another section of computers.

head shaker.

Love makes the world go around

The thing I miss the most is love. I don't miss a nice bed or running water. But I suppose, what I yearn is not unique for the majority of people in the world.

I had a wonderful visit with my son during Christmas. I got him a xbox. He is now addicted to it. He can play it all day. I am afraid all the violence in the game may effect him in some way. But he has nothing else to do. His mother does not play much with him. He is alone. I tell and yell at his mother all time about that. My son has a worst childhood of me or anyone one I know. A child growing up without playmates. Without the witness of love.

I met a the most beautiful vietnamese woman at my bartending school. She got a job bartending/cocktail waitressing at a casino in North Las Vegas. She invited me to go visit her. So last night I did.

I sat there all alone. At the end of a really long bar. She was busy serving customers and chating with co-workers. And yet I was happy. For a while there. For brief moments of time. I felt the warmth of what a happy married couple must feel.

She didn't spend much time with me. She gave me this exotic plate of sushi she had ordered. Everytime she walked by me, she would say something. "Go ahead, finish the sushi" "I be right back" She would touch me on the should and say "You okay?"

She is married and her husband is wealthy is enough to buy her a brand new mercedes 550. 100k car. For some reason she likes me. Constantly smiling at me.

I was happy just sitting there all alone. An odd feeling. And never, did I look upon her with any sexual intent. NONE.

What a wonderful feeling knowing someone likes you....and you like them.

I envy people in loving marriages.

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I intend to bring my son and his mother back to seattle to live with me. I am forgoeing my search for true love. I'm trading my happiness living in a van to give my son a father. I just have to fight the misery with his mother.

That is the tragedy of my life. I should have both. And not have to choose. Shelter and a son. Not a choice of either.

Homeless people and their smell

Yesterday, I was sitting in Safeway. Another homeless man has fallen asleep in his chair. Is he roughly 12 feet away and I could smell him.

Right at this moment, I am in the des moines library. Another homeless man has sat down near me. He is 3 feet away and his stench is unbearable. I wonder if I smell?

I shower at least every other day. I do my laundry regularly.

There is plenty of places in seattle to have a free shower.

Wow the stench from this man is driving me crazy. Enough for me to actually blog!

Even if he showers, it help only a little. The Body oder has seemed deep into his clothe. Sighe