Listen, I'd take the damn medication if you'd just get an intelligent receptionist who could schedule a damn appointment. How many times do I have to show up before actually getting to see someone?

Jeez.

This is a downward spiral. Everything that could possibly go wrong in the past few weeks, has indeed blown the fuck up.

Most of it is my fault. I have a wicked temper, an overindulgent imagination and an ego the size of a fucking mountain.

It doesn't matter, but I'm sorry. I wish you'd say the same.

thanks.bye.

It's my jacket and I'm a coffin nail.

thanks.

She's got my jacket.

And I want it back.

Contrary to popular belief, I was not stabbed by a homeless European stuck in America, Killed by the Mafia for trying to reveal the location of J. Hoffa, gunned down in a Texas showdown or eaten alive by the herp ( Read more... )

I saw him once more, at home anyway, as per usual, he didn't have a whole lot to say. He asked me about work, about the house, about the norm ( Read more... )

I really think I wanna watch Bambi again. Except I'm going to skip the end. I don't want to watch anything die. (because that shit sucks.)

I think that something that sweet and innocent really oughtta calm me down.

I have a cold or the flu or something like that.

It's totally sweet. People don't want to talk to me or be near me and that works well for me at my place of employment (using the word "work" twice in one sentence, sucks).

But, besides that I feel like crap.

Is it Thanksgiving yet?

I hate people.

I wish I were back in bed.........alone.

For the record: I have an "addictive personality" also read as "I'll do it 'til it kills me ( Read more... )