I'm fucking things up at work. I'm so miserable there that I'm slowly unconsciously making a mess of it. But no matter how much I may call out I'm still a damn hard worker. My supervisors (well the real ones any way) can't say one real bad thing about my work ethic. Whatever I'm just waiting for the post office to call me. ::crossing fingers ( Read more... )

I hate this. I hate not feeling comfortable in my own home and not being happy at work. Everything just seems to be falling apart all at the same time. It's like everything just bunched up and decided to drop on my head.

WE THE WILLING, LED BY THE UNKNOWING ARE DOING THE IMPOSSIBLE FOR THE UNGRATEFUL. WE HAVE DONE SO MUCH FOR SO LONG WITH SO LITTLE, WE ARE NOW
ABLE TO DO ANYTHING WITH NOTHING.

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God I hate myself.

I forgot how therapeutic writing in here was.

Here I am waiting for Armando so we can get to work. I can't find my Ipod charger and it's close to dying. It's way too fucking hot in this house. That's what happens when you live with people who are from the Caribbean. I'm hoping I can go to CTX today I don't feel like being in checkpoint ( Read more... )

I don't get it... I love the L word, I love my girlfriend, and I consider myself quite obviously gay. So then why can't I get into the whole gay culture? Actually let me rephrase that, why can't I get into the whole lesbian culture? I was watching something on tv and a commercial came on and I was flipping through and I came upon Showtime and they ( Read more... )

The old birthday is in a few days. I haven't decided if I'm going to do anything yet. As long as I have Mariya with me it's all good. I may have some friends over for a drunk fest. I'll post up pics.

Work has been decent lately. I still hate it but it's a bit more tolerable. When the right people are around...

I'm completely exhausted.

I must do laundry tomorrow.