Today was a nice day for leering.

I've been in a fairly good mood all day today.

This morning I stopped at Quick Chek to get a bottle of orange juice. Guess who was working the counter? That's right: Porn Star.

Porn Star is the name I have given to this old woman - in her mid-60s - who works at Quick Chek. She is old, fat, gray and saggy - but I sense depravity in her. It's just a hunch.

I call her Porn Star because I have seen many women who look just like her in porn videos. Many websites feature women who are decidedly unattractive to most normal men. The things I have seen women like Porn Star do!

The woman in front of me was a relatively harmless Herd Animal of the garulus vulgaris variety; a frumpy, middle-aged woman in a green jacket. She was there to buy Entenmann's Donuts and Basic (one of the no-frill brands) cigarettes. That's a very healthy combination right there! Oh, I feel so superior to others!

She talked about some trivia or another as Chris Christie's voice blared over the radio like some kind of compulsory propaganda. Who gives a shit about cutting this or cutting that? Local, national. Blah! Blah! Healthcare - blah, blah, blah! This, that, the other thing - blah, blah, blah! Now my depression only acts up when I think of politics.

What difference does it make what we do to tweak this or that? No matter what happens most people will continue to not think and not feel. And this is the way it should be - 90% of people are good for nothing but slavery!

Anyway, I did not even allow any of this to bother me. I sat in front of the boardwalk and ate a burrito, hoping to watch ass pass by. That's pleasant - eating and watching ass go by. Maybe I could see a hot female jogger in tight spandex.

Oh, but it was all brutal - not one was worth writing home about. Well, I'll have to return to Belmar boardwalk in the summer and watch Guido ass walk by. Guido ass is profoundly greasy and worthless - but it is still very nice. The ass is fine, but it's usually attached to a cuntshitfuckbitch.

Instead I ate my burrito and read Of Human Bondage. Bravo! It is an anti-Herd Animal book. But nothing can be anti-Herd Animal - we should love them because we need them! They fill out our lives! I love Herd Animals - I just wish they were a little less oppressive.

Finally, I was not failed.

A good day.