I'm not creepy enough!

First of all, an old poem I dug up (I told y'all I've been going through my old notes.)

This is from 2007/2008

If only I could
play
Kmart
glass and plastic chess
forever
slide on the hardwood floor
in my socks
have contentment and concubines
and a warm soft bed
(not a blue futon)
with all of my memories
and a smile of present
flesh-sated satisfaction

Now back to my exercise today. Today my exercise was to only think nice things about every Herd Animal encountered. So far I've done a fairly good job. I saw Porn Star this morning (if you don't know who Porn Star is then read the previous blog.) I'm certain Porn Star likes me (she even asked me if I wanted to buy a blueberry muffin this morning.) I think I'm going to ask her out.

I've been finding good things about Herd Animals all morning. For instance, I saw a fat Herd Animal and I thought "Well, there is a man who is jolly and knows how to appreciate food!" so on and so forth.

But as soon as I give the Herd Animals an inch they take a mile. I must be putting out a friendly vibe today because I moved myself and my laptop to the most isolated corner of the library and what do you know, but despite about a million open seats a middle-aged female Herd Animal - with green shamrock earrings (it is St. Patty's Day) for Christ's Sake - had to sit right the hell next to me. Now she's making all this damn noise!

Okay, so my experiment failed. Apparently I'm not putting out enough of a creepy, leering rapist vibe. I guess that's something I need to work on.