Hah, suckas!

I'm home now! So I can write as long as I want! And I don't have to do any work, so there! Stupid Herbs and Spices Overlords! Now. Onto the Un-Scarecrow. Yes, it is true. Upon further investigation it was determined that his initial naps, as of my leaving work, were evenly distributed in a neat fro. I am currently unsure as to how it will look in the morning, but today he made a severe improvement. I am thoroughly shook. I have to say that the homie Cocotaso had a good point... maybe Crow came in there looking like a spider head just to gauge my reaction, and see how janky I'd react to the naps, not unlike the rich man that acts broke to see if a chick will love him regardless. Well that scenario has a two point reply from me. #1: If thats what he was trying to do, his ass didn't find out shit because I've maintained a professional attitude towards him, even with that affront to my eyesight known as his hair. I never let anyone know what I'm thinking right out the gates. And #2: If his ass wanna play fugly for some kinda "coming to america", "if I was dirt broke and F'-ed up would you still love me" kinda love, then he really ain't got shit coming. I can see if the hair was a poorly thought out style, and he actually thought it looked good. But if this nigga KNEW it was horrific, and wore it on purpose??? As a trick? Like "nah nanny nah nah, I really look good"? Naw. He gets no love. And yes, J... I do understand that staring is borderline stalkalistic. Luckily I couldn't even pull that plan off. Because he beat me to it. So I didn't get to lurk and stare. It's pretty damn hard to stare at someone who is staring at me. Because I hate being stared at. And he invaded my personal space. I tried to walk past him, so I was polite and said "excuse me". He went and touched me on my lower back when I walked past, ultra close to my ass. Did I say it's okay to touch me under any circumstances??? Hell to the naw. Next time he's getting a "move sucka". Now I'm wondering if he's some kinda undercover perv, scheming on me and that store room. Ugh. Can't call it. Anyway. I had to update while I felt like it. Now I'm off to eat ice cream. Later.