Where did my job go?

I seem to have lost it.

“If I was young I’d flee this town / I’d bed my dreams underground / as did I, we drink to die / we drink tonight / far from home, elephant guns / we take them down, one by one”

I have everything and nothing to say.
"Babies don't sleep that well."
I'm still tired. Boring. I kind of like driving through the night.
Cat Power made me feel alive.
My bed is so fucking cold. You know, by comparison.
I really do have nothing to say. But I have that.

Tonight "Love Is A Battlefield" came on 3 times at my work. Ok, I get it Pat Benatar, you don't have to tell me thrice.

I fucked up my hair, though not nearly enough I might say.
I
have
no
plans
tomorrow
.
Let's go see a movie.

Tonight I played one of those games that pop-up on websites that you are supposed to always be able to succeed at so they can try to sell you a phone or whatnot. I was competing with a tiny computerized fisherman to reel up a fish. All I had to do was click a button. I lost. There are very few things that can bring a person down to this level. No ( Read more... )

My hands smell like those lungs they show you in health class and for once I know exactly where the ringing is coming from. I can't even seem to pass out correctly. Nothing tastes right today. Today=yesterdaywhichequals9days now.

What is this cut between my eyes?
Hmm.

My coworkers had a water fight today during which they resembled two horrible, hairless pig creatures. Godawful. I've been awake for a week. I dy(di)ed my hair. But I will not cut it, no sir.
Tonight could be good. I trust it.

and all your fluids couldn't tolerate the force of my thirst,

and I still believe in the phrases that we breathed.

I envy babies and the way they supposedly sleep. Babies wake up crying though. I'm immune to sleeping pills. I'm ready and waiting for someone to have the forsight to dig the pit out of my stomach already. Does it really become tomorrow if yesterday never ended? Blah blah bullshit. Blah..de blah.

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Tonight was apparently nostalgic memories night on the radio at work. Baby Love. Could It Be Magic. It Takes Two. Come See About Me. I didn't exactly hate it. The mormon girl from the Real World came into my work tonight. It wasn't quite as good as when Darla met Mary J. Blige but slightly better than when Ryan saw the guy from Step By Step when he ( Read more... )