Exploits of a Guinea Pig, Part 4

Not much to report really. I've spent most of today in bed reading 100 fucking Years of Jose Arcadios Buendias. Yeah, I like the book, but it's a little frustrating when one family gives five similar names to fifty people. It also might help if they would stop having sex with their cousins.

Speaking of sex with cousins, something really great is happening right now: all four PCs in this computer lab are currently being used to look up Registered Sex Offenders on this awesome site. It's pretty hilarious really. This crazy old guy sitting next to me, who I actually thought might be an RSO himself (he told me that he has done time but not what for), was looking for offenders in his parent's neighborhood and now everybody in here is doing it. Oh man, everytime he finds somebody who looks especially creepy, he yells out "Freak-o!" and then tries to guess what fucked up thing the offender did. I love this guy. He also kept muttering "BITCH ass!" while we were watching the series premiere of The Contender, for no apparent reason.

Oh Wow, and I just found the scariest motherfucker ever:



Freak-o! This guy, who appears to be melting, lives at 31st and Speedway. So, watch your ass. And your children's ass.

Let me remind you that I'm being paid about $13/hour for this. And for sleeping, and picking my nose, and peeing in a plastic jug, and playing pool, and arguing with Jewish people who think that everyone in Lebanon should die just because a terrorist organization has infiltrated their government. Sweet dreams!