I hate being sick and even worse being sick in a hospital. There are more over paid bastards in New Port Richey hospitals than I care to remember. I had a doctor come into my emergency side of the curtain saying "So you passed out?" well you creepy little troll that is how the EMTs brought me in, and you were the doctor who ordered all that blood ( Read more... )

I have had the extreme satisfaction of being more intellectual than most of the staff I work with, not only are most of them complete slackers their combined IQ would still be in negative numbers. Hardest part of this job is terminating an employee, the last guy who got fired yelled at me about how I should go back to where I am from and stop ( Read more... )

This weekend is Darc Carnival, I am going with Milo and if anyone of my friends wants to go email or call and I will set you up with tickets. BYO whips, chains and restraints. Although I will be present at this freak party I will not participate in any of the sick rituals or displays of public nudity. I am the sober this time and my rules go as ( Read more... )

I keep saying that if I stay strong that things will ease up and I will be able to breathe, it just keeps coming though. It's been 3 years since I lost my dad and I haven't gotten any better with the grief, sometimes when I let myself think about it, miss him it hurts so much, the worst part is there is so much I wanted to tell him, so many places ( Read more... )

Somewhere between who I was, who I wanted to be I lost who I am.I keep having dreams with someone I loved a lot who died. I just don't understand how as humans we are supposed to maintain normalcy after we have the revelation that we all die and that all the people we love will die too. I think it is too much. It is never ending.

This is kind of funny, but I am in love with myself, or rather I am very proud of who I am, who I am trying to become, and the things I do. I felt so empty for so long that I didn't think there was any light to hope for, and I became so afraid that every time I have something that I will lose it. But now I am happy, more so than I thought possible ( Read more... )

A few years ago I met Tom, for some odd reason I thought he was not someone I would like to hang out with, and he thought I was a "manipulating bitch". Since the beginning of this semester we see each other and half the time politely smile, but never talk. A few days ago I was sitting at a table with a group of people, who as it turns out were his ( Read more... )

Once again I find myself living in that gray area, the thin line between right and wrong, good and evil. get my gist? After working so hard on charity benefits, trying to raise funding for orphan children I have been introduced to what I call power play, these big companies agree to help us set up the fundraisers, to get money to non profit ( Read more... )

This is a little weird, no actually it is all weird, I started hanging out with someone I met when I was a dual enrollment student, so long long ago. He found me because of my profile thingy or something. He is 43 years old, separated from his wife, and parent to 4 children the oldest is about 2 years older than me. My stress response has never ( Read more... )

Blah....Bored.