I have never cut myself but I might start now.

I just served two girls. They were stunning. One was tall, possibly German, wearing blue frame glasses. She had on white peddle pushers and heels. I think she was wearing a g because i could see the tan of her buttocks through her pants. Blond. She threw me a smile and the only way i could respond was by biting my wrist. I almost screamed at her "Jesus woman, are you trying to kill me?" Fortunately, I refrained. It was hard not to just fall down twitching, muttering, crying. Oh god.
Then there was the brown skinned girl with the super accent and perky pair. It was like they were pointing upward into my mouth. Her accent was a mix of Singaporean, Scottish with some American thrown in. We talked about the gift that her boyfriend was getting her. Fuck him. Her teeth were large and white. It was like serving an Abercombie and Fitch commercial. With tits and ass.
Just now as i am writing this (i am at work) a girl walked in with the full blond rocker billy look that made me actually want to cry. Like, just weep for it all. She bent over to look in the cabinet and of course, i imagined hiking up her skirt and eating her out.
Any piece of skin i see just makes me think of sex. I wonder if i can be celibate and still go to sexaholics anonymous. Thank god i am not addicted to masturbation. My excuse is i just like it a lot. Ah ha ha.
Oh, and now a young girl, 'bout 17 just lent over in front of me in her loosey goosey blouse and showed me some boob. Accidentally of course. She asked me to show her some things in the cabinet (i am beginning to hate these cabinets) in what turned out to be a husky woman's voice issuing from a tweens body (did i really just say that?).

This whole things is basically just my cock lamenting. It cries salty salty tears.

At least this one was funny.

The suicilly season.

Merry Christmas you fuckers. God i hate this time of year. Its boring, the streets are full of drunk people, men feel obliged to wear stupid ties and women seem to go out of their way to get raped at Christmas parties. You know what I'm sayin'? Its all total fucking bullshit. I am embarrassed at how much money i have spent already. And the shit that i have picked up think "oh this might be good for..." and then i catch myself and instead move to the sharp items section and think about stabbing myself in the chest.
I am fairly certain this all comes down to needing to get laid. Its itty-bitty shorts and titties as far as the eye can see (about 2 meters) and they all want in my shop. For fucks sake, i am thinking of going to a brothel on the way to work, just so i don't have that super horny sexual predator look in my eyes. You know the look I'm talking about. My lurker look. It goes well with a hat pulled down low and some general fumbling around the groin area.
I have been having some of the most explicit dreams that I've ever had. Some ass, some ass, my kingdom for a piece of ass.
Oh Jesus, come save me now you retarded home-birth. Where are your skills now, other than giving fat girls a name to yell out during sex, what else can you do? Can you save me from my crippling depression? Why don't you get back to me on that one. I'll wait.

I am a thrashing snarling beast that worries about disturbing the neighbors. I am angry and sad and elated all at the same time. Putting a blouse back on the rack i am enveloped in a woman's perfume and go from baleful to broken. I am so proud of my face and its ability to lie. Hopefully it told you pretty things, because i can't.