I'm starting to kind of like the girl from work that I always hated (not "like" just like). If you overlook the fact she always begs for change and gum, she's an absolute Jesus freak, is stupid, and speaks in an annoying fake southern accent when talking to people in the deep south, thinks she knows it all just because she's a trainer (who taught me basically nothing of importance to my job) she's pretty nice. And almost fun to talk to at times. It takes all kinds, my friend. It takes all kinds. Hopefully tonight I'll have more violent dreams (not that I harmed anyone, I just broke shit) and wake up with a big fucking grin on my face. hot damn!