U-R-I-N! U-R-I-N! URIN! URIN!
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blustockingYou're in trouble now.
I've discovered listening to Eddie Izzard and Steve Martin at work makes the day go by MUUUCH faster. However, I'm positive my co-workers think I'm on drugs now because I sit there with a stupid grin on my face the entire time. That, and my nose bothers me at work, so I'm constantly rubbing it. That, and I snort coke in the bathroom.
For those so inclined, I desire constructive, and de-constructive, criticism in reference to these. On second thought, the more I look at them...they look like shite. Weh, look if you want.
I don't think I've stressed ENOUGH how much I need my own place. Though, now she's not bugging me, so the fire is gone. Let's just say, coming home every day to another person who is ALWAYS there is starting to get to me. Just some alone time, not even much, just some...that's all I need. It's like living with two roommates. Weird roommates who give you money and clean your room, even though you didn't, and wouldn't, ask them too. Who ARE these people? In true "Libra" fashion, let me just that my parents are the best. parents. ever.
My Mother got me a little box of Peeps. These things are horrid. But because they're so damn cute, I feel bad hating them. So slowly, I will consume the 5 wee, yellow marshmallow bitches. One down. I don't think I can do more than 1 a week. Seriously, I know some of you love these things, but WHY?
I don't think I've stressed ENOUGH how I need to leave this town.
A PRIME EXAMPLE:
There are only one or 2 people I really converse with at work. And let me tell you, thems some slim pickins (SEE! DO YOU SEE?!). One of those, a girl that sits to my left, is a veritable poster child for "Why You Should Leave Topeka Immediately Upon Graduating High School". Don't get me wrong, I like this girl. She's not someone that I would hang out with outside of work, but she's nice enough and we joke around. I do miss my old workplace where most of us had the same sort of sense of humor though. HOWEVER, this girl is 26 (she thought I was 19, which I guess is good), is married, and has 4 kids (FOUR!). She is white-bread, just like me, only she took the pseudo-gangsta route during, or after, high school. She used to be one of those girls, acted real tough, talked like a dumbass. U KNOW what I'm talkin' about, OK. Don' make me beat it outta joo. She's retained some of this "accent", but is NOW A GOD-FEARIN' CHRISTIAN GAL. This is where she differs from most Topekans and doesn't force it on you, though she did try and get me into a discussion one day (because she won't let her kids read Harry Potter..oh yes, one of those). She started with the whole, "but how can anyone believe anything else when it doesn't have anything to do with God?" I love these people. They cannot COMPREHEND that they might be wrong. It's implausible, unfathomable, NUH UH NOT TRUE! She started talking about how Harry Potter and "magic" were "evil". So just to stir the pot, and even though I don't even KNOW "what I am" anymore, I just said, "You know, I'm a witch." YAR HAR HAR! I like watching people back-peddle. I let her back up and make nice-nice, and then I just smiled and said, "eh, I don't care. I just think religion is personal and should be kept that way." Most of the Christians I've encountered...most, anyway, have had the sense to agree with this statement and it shuts them up. Like I said, I did look into Wicca for a while, but it wasn't so much in a religious sense, as a therapeutic sense. I was going fucking nuts and I needed some sense of control, real or imaginary. More people should simply follow the "Harm None" rule. Bastards. Fuck it. I live my life, you live yours. Pretend you're gonna die and there will be NOTHING. Quit worrying about some big scary "God" and work on not being such an asshole, for yourself, and those around you. Jerk-face. Not you guys though, youse fine peoples.
It's windy enough to kill a small opossum. I'm not sure how, exactly. Probably by blowing him against a tree or something. Damn...now I'm sad. Poor opossum. Stupid silent "o".
None of you commented on my new icon. And yes, I do hate you for that.
Every time I pull up a new tax form at work, it brings up the first four letters of the last name.
Bishop cracks me up every damn time.
NO ONE GETS ME.
I've discovered listening to Eddie Izzard and Steve Martin at work makes the day go by MUUUCH faster. However, I'm positive my co-workers think I'm on drugs now because I sit there with a stupid grin on my face the entire time. That, and my nose bothers me at work, so I'm constantly rubbing it. That, and I snort coke in the bathroom.
For those so inclined, I desire constructive, and de-constructive, criticism in reference to these. On second thought, the more I look at them...they look like shite. Weh, look if you want.
I don't think I've stressed ENOUGH how much I need my own place. Though, now she's not bugging me, so the fire is gone. Let's just say, coming home every day to another person who is ALWAYS there is starting to get to me. Just some alone time, not even much, just some...that's all I need. It's like living with two roommates. Weird roommates who give you money and clean your room, even though you didn't, and wouldn't, ask them too. Who ARE these people? In true "Libra" fashion, let me just that my parents are the best. parents. ever.
My Mother got me a little box of Peeps. These things are horrid. But because they're so damn cute, I feel bad hating them. So slowly, I will consume the 5 wee, yellow marshmallow bitches. One down. I don't think I can do more than 1 a week. Seriously, I know some of you love these things, but WHY?
I don't think I've stressed ENOUGH how I need to leave this town.
A PRIME EXAMPLE:
There are only one or 2 people I really converse with at work. And let me tell you, thems some slim pickins (SEE! DO YOU SEE?!). One of those, a girl that sits to my left, is a veritable poster child for "Why You Should Leave Topeka Immediately Upon Graduating High School". Don't get me wrong, I like this girl. She's not someone that I would hang out with outside of work, but she's nice enough and we joke around. I do miss my old workplace where most of us had the same sort of sense of humor though. HOWEVER, this girl is 26 (she thought I was 19, which I guess is good), is married, and has 4 kids (FOUR!). She is white-bread, just like me, only she took the pseudo-gangsta route during, or after, high school. She used to be one of those girls, acted real tough, talked like a dumbass. U KNOW what I'm talkin' about, OK. Don' make me beat it outta joo. She's retained some of this "accent", but is NOW A GOD-FEARIN' CHRISTIAN GAL. This is where she differs from most Topekans and doesn't force it on you, though she did try and get me into a discussion one day (because she won't let her kids read Harry Potter..oh yes, one of those). She started with the whole, "but how can anyone believe anything else when it doesn't have anything to do with God?" I love these people. They cannot COMPREHEND that they might be wrong. It's implausible, unfathomable, NUH UH NOT TRUE! She started talking about how Harry Potter and "magic" were "evil". So just to stir the pot, and even though I don't even KNOW "what I am" anymore, I just said, "You know, I'm a witch." YAR HAR HAR! I like watching people back-peddle. I let her back up and make nice-nice, and then I just smiled and said, "eh, I don't care. I just think religion is personal and should be kept that way." Most of the Christians I've encountered...most, anyway, have had the sense to agree with this statement and it shuts them up. Like I said, I did look into Wicca for a while, but it wasn't so much in a religious sense, as a therapeutic sense. I was going fucking nuts and I needed some sense of control, real or imaginary. More people should simply follow the "Harm None" rule. Bastards. Fuck it. I live my life, you live yours. Pretend you're gonna die and there will be NOTHING. Quit worrying about some big scary "God" and work on not being such an asshole, for yourself, and those around you. Jerk-face. Not you guys though, youse fine peoples.
It's windy enough to kill a small opossum. I'm not sure how, exactly. Probably by blowing him against a tree or something. Damn...now I'm sad. Poor opossum. Stupid silent "o".
None of you commented on my new icon. And yes, I do hate you for that.
Every time I pull up a new tax form at work, it brings up the first four letters of the last name.
Bishop cracks me up every damn time.
NO ONE GETS ME.
look at the shiiiiny
Date: 2003-04-15 07:16 pm (UTC)I am more lame for asking people to comment on my new icon. I WIN.
Sexy+creepy=good. :)
I too, am rather fond of that shadow. I had to punch myself 123 times to get it that dark.
World tour!
Date: 2003-04-18 06:17 pm (UTC)We are hot. HOT.