Tuesday, January 30, 2007
I'm trying to give this guy at work an eating disorder by constantly telling him that rats are under the vending machine or roaches were found in one of those disgusting "honey buns" that he loves to eat or asking him to check the wrappers on his snickers for mouse bit marks. It was going ok, a few weeks ago, he was hardly ever coming to the vending machines and annoying me by trying to make eye contact, but I've had to cut down on my mind fucking because I got busy with WORK, and now he's been coming back to the vending machine a lot more. He must think its safe. I'll have to get back on this once work slows down a little, I don't like to slack off on my pointless torture of weirdos of the world.