I'm alive.

I'm drunk.

I'm fairly happy. It could always be worse.

I saw the saddest thing ever on the way to work this morning.

There was a dead cat laying on the side of the rode, and another cat standing next to him, waiting for him to get up.

. . . until next week. I officially have no life for the next week. I'm on the inventory crew at work, which means I'll be working six days this week, starting at 5:30 each day and staying until they say that I can leave.

I'm alive, but I don't feel it.

What happened to the fun days?

I'm still kickin. People have been cool lately, the drama is at an all time low. I've no beef with anyone, so if it seems that way, I'm sorry. I guess I've been a little wierd lately. It's not intentional ( Read more... )

Life's been good lately. Work has been stress free with the absence of some people. I got to have $50 worth of merchandise on anything in the store because I won a little contest. I spent it on a sweet ass toaster and some sweet ass lamps ( Read more... )

I'm feeling better about life. I'm coping with my problems. I kind of figured out why I was feeling the way I was. I'm still considering talking to somebody, though.

I had a nervous breakdown at work today.

I think I need to see a psychiatrist. I've got so much shit that I need to get out, but nobody I can talk to.

I need a change. I need out.

The barstool has a long and storied history as a melee weapon. First appearing in the British Isles, it has become a favorite weapon of generation after generation around the world. It's humble, yes, but you can never underestimate the strength of a barstool in worthy hands. Although rarely seen in contests of todays age, due to many restrictions, ( Read more... )