I'm pretty sure she hates me. Josh said not to take it personally -- that she seems to hate everybody -- but I don't think I've ever received a shoulder that cold. And the sad part is, a part of me was completely prepared for this. I hate having to tip-toe around unreasonable people. I really don't have the patience for it.

Only a kitten, dangling precariously yet calmly from a new bedspread, can throw you a look that says, "Why would I care how much you paid for it? I don't even know what money is!"

I've never seriously made New Year's resolutions. But I started putting this list together a couple of days before New Year's, so I thought I'd post it here and remember it for a bit. And yes, it's a long list. It's not that I'm trying to be too ambitious; I just thought I could benefit from all of these things. So without further ado, my goals for ( Read more... )

It's been like five months. I guess. I tried that MySpace thing and it reminded me of a paper plate piled high with poo. Now I'm just up late procrastinating about going to work and I thought I'd see if this damn thing was even still active. I guess it is.

Yee-fuckin-haw.

I swear: if Leo and Andrea don’t shut the fuck up, and insodoing cease their lilty, incessant chatter and Andrea’s stupid laugh that she feels the need to tack on to the end of every sentence that births itself from her constantly running mouth, I am going to pull my hair out and scream so hard that I throw up all over my goddamn desk ( Read more... )

Every time I think about writing lately, I find some excuse not to--usually that I'm too tired and my writing always takes so damn long because I often insist on writing by hand. I like the feel of it so much better. I can't draw for shit, but a few of my five or six different schizo handwritings look really neat, and there's something innately ( Read more... )

Interesting discoveries while eating in my cube today (and proof that I've been doing tech writing too long--without even having the damn degree yet ( Read more... )

Not only did the vending machine refuse my dollar, but it spit it violently on the floor at my feet in a mocking display of hatred and disgust, just moments before I bent down and picked it up, apologetically unfolding one faulty corner.

It's an understanding that I have: I am getting a little older again. I don't seem to age gradually, on a day-by-day basis like most people. With me, it's more like it happens in spurts. Some big fucking thing happens about every 3-5 years and then all of a sudden I'm sitting around doing something and suddenly realize that another part of me is ( Read more... )

Yeah it's late and I really should be going to bed instead of recording the minutia of my life in this quaint little online journal, but I'm not sleepy--due to both coffee and a lack of desire to go back to work tomorrow. But alas, the vacation has ended, and in a few short hours I will have returned to the corporate grind, and will there slowly ( Read more... )