Darling Clementine

01. What are the titles of the last three books you read all of?
Rockabye, Lessons I Learned About My Dad, It Sucked and Then I Cried…

02. What are the titles of between three and five magazines you subscribe to or used to subscribe to?
Rolling Stone, Maxim, Smithsonian (one of these things is not like the others… )

03. What’s on your night table?
Lamp, phone, book I need to finish reading already (ha!), tiny dressform, music box, ceramic egg, bag of crayons, hair ties

04. What are the three best things that happened to you in the past seven days?
I’m not gonna lie… nothing good has happened to me in the past seven days. It’s been nothing but a huge shit pile and I can’t take it anymore.

05. What was your senior yearbook quote, and what would your yearbook quote be this year if there were such a thing?
We didn’t have quotes. If I were graduating this year with the same class I actually graduated with, my quote might be ripped off from the movie Half Baked. “Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, you’re cool, fuck you. I’m out.”

I try to be nice to everyone I come across… even when they don’t deserve it. I try to balance out my zen with my desire to punch (universal) you in the face. I try to remain positive even when I want to bitch up a blue streak. I try, I really do. But, some people just test my friggin’ patience.

But, you know what? I’m sick of being nice to people who don’t deserve it. Hell, I’m sick of being nice to people who do. I’m just sick of being nice. I’m not going to go out of my way to be an asshole, but I’m damn sure not gonna hold back when you’re being stupid… or whatever.

This week has tested my anxiety & stress levels so much that I feel ill. My entire body hurts, my kidneys feel like they’re trying to claw their ways out of my back and I’m nauseous. Even the bones in my feet hurt. I’m so glad I have today off, or I might have snapped.

And another thing… I DON’T WANT TO HEAR IT. Yeah, everyone knows… so-and-so is a bitch and you’re always the victim. You don’t like anyone, we get it. The day you say a genuinely nice thing about anyone, I’ll fucking die of shock. I don’t know how many times I have to tell you that I DON’T WANT TO HEAR IT; but yet, you keep blathering on about the same damn thing over and over again.

I’m feeling all stabby again. Must stop thinking about it, enjoy my nice cup of coffee, and then head to WalMart to stock up on some cheap shit. “I don’t shop at WalMart.” Well, la-dee-fucking-dah, good for you.

For my sister… LET ME EMBED DAMN IT!

Charmer – Kings of Leon

Today ended on quite a hilarious note: I just saw two dogs locked-up at the corner of the four-way by my house. I laughed my ass off the rest of the way home & for about 5 minutes after. That’s just not something you expect to see,

Aaaanyway… I bought a Halloween costume today. Even if I don’t do anything remotely Halloween-y this year, I”ll have a costume. I’ll sit around my house and drink beer in my costume, I don’t care, ha ha! I hate giving out candy, but I will just for the express reason of wearing my costume, .

Yeah, so… off to finish off my weekend before I have to get up and walk into hell tomorrow. Corporate people are going to be there tomorrow… hopefully you know who will get fired in the process, . Won’t happen, but one can dream.