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0 comments :: Friday, February 28, 2003 ::

I feel tough. Tonight at work, I twice was intimidating. I was a cleaner which means I roamed around alot of the night. The first time was when I was on my break. I went and sat in Cradle 2 the Grave because I was in the mood to see some kickass karate from Jet Li. I was not disappointed. In the 15 minutes I was in there he kicked several asses. Anyway, while I was in there I overheard some people talking loudly. It was very annoying. I found it my duty to scare them into stopping, so as I walked past i gave them an evil glare. The kind of evil glare where you walk but, your head is faced directly at them and you don't try to hide the fact that you are staring hatefully at them. Later in the evening, I was walking around and noticed a kid walking towards the door to get outside. For some reason, I can sense evil. Maybe I'm getting Spidey Senses or something. Anyway, he goes to the door and begins to hold it open while some people walk up to the door. Of course, this is a very bad thing. I just kinda stand at the top of the stairs that lead down to the door and look at the kid, and the people he is letting in. The people trying to sneak in get to the door, reach for it and then see me. They stopped dead in their tracks like a deer in headlights. I felt tough, like some kind of warrior or something. The kid tried to explain himself, even once telling me it wasn't him, and that I can check the cameras and that would prove he wasn't the one who held the door open. People are sometimes really bad at faking excuses.

i remain,
tim
:: Tim 11:42 PM [+] ::