what are you doing this friday

hilarious. simply hilarious. i'm at our main library in beautiful downtown seated next to an old man perv. the dude to my left is cowering over his screen, as best he can anyway, to keep prying eyes away from the semi-nude babes titillating his senses. the old man to my right is simply staring at his screen. the glare from the sun-light windows behind us are not being kind to my peeping toms as i can't see what he's reading. why do i care? because i'm a voyeur, bien sur. a novice, if you will. i always seem to want to know what's going on in other's lives; but not as instrusive as it sounds. i don't care to make you my friend, myspace wise or otherwise. i just want a quick glimpse into your world. who's that you're talking to? how did you get to work as a waitress? what was your dream job as a kid? not liking people too much or not having the energy to put forth the effort necessary to even determine if i like them or not, i am content to just invent their stories. the perv to my left is surely recently from prison and can't seem to get boobs off his mind. wonder if he's had the opportunity to indulge in some as of yet. if not, dude i feel for you. i indulge in the best boobs in the universe nightly. belonging to the boobs is my wife. who happens to be the bestest wifey in all of the milky way and whatever unknown galaxy that may exist. love that woman to d.e.a.t.h.