So guess who came into my work this week ( Read more... )

To anyone else, it's called "paranoia". For me, it's called "Being cautious about the inevitable ( Read more... )

Ever get a phrase stuck in your head? Right now mine is "Who Loves A King?" from a certain boycotted book I bought a few years ago, angering a rather large group of people, "HOW COULD YOU BUY THAT BOOK??!? WE'VE GOT A BOYCOTT ON IT!!" Well, sir, it's because it was staring at me from a shelf at Barnes & Noble and it was haunting me until I read it ( Read more... )

Yep, so someone from my old town is visiting my other journal. It's either one of two people: someone I used to be friends with or my dumbass stalker who wants to pinpoint where I am at all times and simply MUST know what I'm doing constantly so she googles me everyday ( Read more... )

No one fucking listens to me. If they did, shit could have been avoided. I'm not a moron but it sure looked like it yesterday.

Yeah, people thought I was paranoid for no reason. They don't know them like I do or know the connivving they're capable of. The paranoia was justified, because everything I said was gonna happen, happened. Fuck them all, I knew I was right.

We were dragged into the world of gossip a couple of days ago. Our targets ( Read more... )

Oh God, it's back!

*throws up innards into toilet*

Just in case, I suppose I should mention that the "drama" post was directed at these snivvly dumbasses I go to school with and their high school-ish problems ( Read more... )

I'm feeling....well, not really sorry but saddened for a friend of mine. We don't have our winter break until the day after tomorrow, and she's stuck at home by herself, because her mom took her younger sister to Florida for a week and a half ( Read more... )