Crawling in my skin..

When I was about 16 I worked at K-mart.. my first job. I would stand at those cash registers for hours absently dancing thoughts through my mind like a fizzling alka-seltzer. I learned alot in those solitary moments. One of those things that I realized was that I despised was this thing called ass kissing. Doing something nice for someone just to get ahead. And it was unfortunately what that store seemed to run on at the time. I despised it and it despised me. I had a hard time avoiding it there.. and when I was fired for befriending a kitten in my work area, I couldn't have been more vindicated.

As much as I hate it, I prolly seem like a crawler most of the time I suspect.. I am nice and smiley and cheery an awful lot of the time. Sometimes even when I really don't wanna be. But truth is, most of the time I'm nice and smiley and cheery because I am genuinely happy. I say nice things to people knowing they'll be good to me and do nice things for me. But I'd like to think that maybe I do it more because I want them to be happy too.

Forgetful and perhaps a bit nieve, but happy to be..
-len