I hate people that aren't competent at their jobs. They should just go pick up some shifts at the local McDonald's or something. Most of the time, I don't even know what I'm doing, but I can sound like I do. Acting it out like a stage presentation. I've got about an hour and a half break before I return. And now that I think about it, I would ( Read more... )

Funny how every moment makes me fall backwards in time. Silly boys acting as if they had never seen legs before. And I pictured her asleep on the couch. I hadn't seen most of the movies. And Beyonce. I'm sorry, but she is forever known to me as Oscar's whore. Today was a good one. My favorite. Right now, alone in front of a screen that ( Read more... )

I never sleep well on Sunday nights. You'd think that hiking and flying kites and sliding down a hill would coax me to sleep. You'd think that I could type in this little box today. It's not that I can't, but I don't really want to anymore....

Why do I feel bad when I want some salt and pepper at a friend's house? It's not like I am saying their food is disgusting. I just want some salt. Maybe I'm just over sensitive in that department. It wasn't bad, and there was plenty of it. I like tasks that display an immediate result. Like cleaning lamposts. Is it supposed to have two p's ( Read more... )

Wow, what a way to piss off a bunch of people. Let's just quit funding education. Let's admit that we don't give a damn about the environment. Let's let our nation's poor pay for everything. And let's pretend that we don't need billions of dollars to keep funding war. Let's just forget everything that we promised the people that elected us. ( Read more... )

I thought about getting dressed and going up to where the Ani concert is and trying to get a ticket. Then, I thought about calling Joseph to see what he was doing. Now, I'm just clean. Took a beautiful walk. Saw little girls with little red wagons filled to capacity with girl scout cookies. I like examining their vests to see what sort of ( Read more... )

I don't really like sounding unavailable. Sometimes I just don't talk because I can feel pain creeping up behind my eyes. One eye had to close because I couldn't take the aching. The other just half stared into whatever happened to be in front of me. Couldn't read. Could barely write. Couldn't sleep. And then, as the morning began crawling ( Read more... )

I hate those days when my nipples hurt. Wierd. My mom is the coolest.

Sometimes a good stretch is all you need. I could read news all day if I really wanted to. Billions of dollars go missing. A billion people live in poverty. So life isn't that bad for me. In comparison, I am on top of the world. I smile. I eat. I have a bed that sometimes beckons me to sleep. I have ears that listen to the constant beating ( Read more... )

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