I HAVE THE PANTS. Now shutup.

>>So I'm fucking off/don't miss me/don't
So you gave it your all/still fell apart/don't cry/don't
It won't change a thing to want it any other way.
It won't change a thing
Don't
It won't change a thing to want it any other way << (the captains intangible)

My head just isnt in the right place. It kindve feels like being drunk and stepped on by a crowd of people with one or two stopping to take a piss on you, but minus the alcohol, people and pee.

Everyones been asking why Im not blogging. I do. I just get weird and dont publish.

I cant write or express with another person in my house while I sit here and write my little black heart out. Or lack there of. They kill the mood. Like a fart at a funeral.


This is why you dont know that I go to work with people who make me want to poke my eye out with a hot stick and pull my brains out all the while making strange monkey gurgling noises.

Its so frustrating having to act like what they say sometimes doesnt make me want to RAGE.

I do not understand why one in particular has such an OBVIOUS intolerance towards people with any disabilities. Or pretty much everyone except whose in their "group" . Yes. Ive died and gone to hell ... or worse ... highschool.

I try to have a sense of humor at work but everyones like mannequins. They just stare blankly.

Nada. Nothing. Some do. But its a tough crowd Im telling you.

Its also really hard to work with people who cannot be bothered to say good morning or acknowledge the fact that you are indeed alive and a little how do you do wouldnt kill you or anything ... maybe it would ... thats their secret.

I am happy regardless in many other ways, but as usual I love to bitch.

But Ive been biting my tongue so hard Im surprised I dont have blood pouring down my chin ... I respect that others OBVIOUSLY have different views than me (then again I'd like if it they didnt sometimes, dont we all?) but they really could do with pulling that enormous stick out of their ass for about 10 min. That would be super fucking awesome. Thank you.

Also have you done your TPS reports? That would also be super fragafuckinglicious.

I havent had too many bad driving episodes lately, mostly due to the fact that when Im going west, everyone is going east into the downtown core. I drive on a nearly empty road while they are lined up by the thousands. Usually the same way home too, everyones now been pooped out of the city core and are going home to those peachy perfect cookie cutter homes to eat with their perfect little children and petting their perfect little white rat dog. Im just going to assume a lot of suburbanites have shitty little dogs, because its usually true.

Im right. Shutup.

I like this song but its annoying like high school. The video is much my work life, except less men, all women office and more windows. God I hate light. *hiss* excuse me while I go put on my gothy makeup and cover the windows with black fabric and listen to Billy Talent while I sharpen my razor blades and write EMO on everything. Also that had absolutely nothing to do with the video, except the whole sunshine and big windows thing - which leads me to me sitting AWAY with my back to the EVIL AWFUL SUNSHINE. Thus it gleans on my screen. Bah.

Ok, moving along again. Heres the vid. Dont try to like it too much ... Dont worry Wil and Heff... I know you wont.




Im going to try and be more regular about blogging again, so its not like all backed up and then splatters out on you like Im doing right now. Nevermind. I dont care. None of you read me anymore anyways!
In fact I could be dead and you wouldnt even know ... This might not even be me typing this up ... It could be an imposter! Yeah ... I cant even fool myself into thinking someone would want to pretend to be me *pity party bring tissues, drew barrymore movies and lots of fatass pie. Mmm I love pie*

Ok yes. Go away. Go back to that sad little thing you call a life.