My Aura senses are tingling.

There’s this guy at work named Fernando. I was on my lunch break and I sat near him as he worked. He and his conrads do inbound calls so it’s not like they need to dial and be constantly talking like I do. It was the first time we actually talked and he told me I was a cool person, my ego likes to be flattered with facts advocating it’s genius not be buttered with simplistic wording so I told him to go into detail, he said that I was always friendly to everyone and he knew I was cool but he never knew HOW cool I was until I sat with him that day. I don’t know if he was hitting on me or just making talk, but he went into how he was a very spiritual person and said that he could sense that my Aura was Good. “You know,” he said, “you can always tell if someone is good or not and you’re one of those people who are good.”

I don’t understand why people think I’m a good person. Just because I’m friendly and nice doesn’t mean I don’t have 8 different plans of how to sever and cook their heads effortlessly.

Garlic. Garlic makes everything better.

A lot of people tell me I’m innocent too. I find it some what amusing that I can keep them in the dark. Their arrogance about my age blinds them I think, it angers me to an extent but it makes me giggle to the point of bursting out The Joker’s laughter. I sometimes wonder if they’ll ever suspect that I’ll be the one who’d enjoy taking a brick to their head and smashing it over, and over, till they realize, as bits of skull shatter and splitters in to their brain, that the young oh-so-innocent one was the one who did it before anyone else had the guts to….

I honestly thought everyone could see my horns spiked proudly.

He also mentioned something rather odd and said that, “I am glad our personalities have merged today.” I tried to say ‘connected’ as merge was a bit of an eyeball rolling on the captain’s deck but I gave him some slack as I don’t believe his first language is English.