Hey there everybody!  It's been a while.  I like how incredible fits of rage tend to be one of the few things that draw me back here.

The latest episode...

There's a quasi-customer at work.  Ray.  Friend of the owner through the ex-employee.  Standard comic book nerd; mid twenties and overweight.  In addition to that however, he's also incredibly thick, can talk for hours about nothing (nothing usually being Mr. T), and lacks and hint of tact.  I don't really like him, but I put up with him.  He's a customer, I have to be friendly and "listen" to him as he yaps.  He came in yesterday.  I was on set, so I'd taken the day off.  This is what he said to my boss.

"You know, I'd probably date Shannon if she toned up a bit."

I'm sorry, what?

There are a couple things wrong here.

1) He talks as if I'm interested, like I'm just waiting for him to ask me out.  I'm not.  On any level.  I never will be.  It's that simple.  Just because I'm civil and actually talk to him doesn't mean I want to jump his bones.

2) The only thing stopping me from getting a piece of that ass is my physical appearance.  Before Ray criticizes my weight (something I am entirely comfortable with), he should look in a mirror.  I'm so sick of shallow pricks like this who think that no matter how they look, they should be going out with the sexiest bitch around.

People have asked me why I'm not sexually interested in guys.  This right here is the answer to that question.

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