darling clementine

I actually signed in here with something to say/write; now I’ll be arsed if I can remember what the hell it was. That seems to be the story nowadays. I think I may be over the whole “blogging” thing. Not that I ever have anything of interest to say or share anyway. Just a lot of nonsense that rolls around in my head. Other people either find it interesting or they don’t. “I blog for myself.” Yeah, no you don’t. ha!

Whatever. Today is Saturday and the weekends are never long enough. Tomorrow a bunch of inconsiderate, messy fuckers will invade my house to celebrate my father’s birthday. I seriously don’t know how some people live with themselves, shitting up someone else’s house and then leaving. But, hey, they don’t have to clean it up, right? Whatever. Let it roll off… until I’m scraping god knows what off the sofa.

SERENITY NOW.

Is there not a holiday coming up where I can just stay at home & sleep? I’m incredibly tired. Physically, mentally, emotionally. I may have to take some vacation days just so I can sit around and do nothing. Sleep and nothing. Sounds like a grand plan.

(O_O)

mylifeisessentiallya90scomedy:

I’m not currently at work on Friday afternoons, but Mondays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays, Thursdays… mornings, afternoon… ha ha!

I’ve not slept all week. Well, no, that’s a lie… I’ve slept, but it certainly doesn’t feel like it. I’m so tired I could cry. ha ha! I’ve pretty much decided that I’m apparently never going to get any seep ever again. My brain and my body have been fighting since last Friday night and I’m the loser.

I’ve taken to counteracting the tired with massive amounts of caffeine. If my mind doesn’t want me to sleep, I’m at least going to have fun. Until all the caffeine wears off in about 2 years and I crash hard. Fun times…

Fun times…

i didn’t stoop to their level. i didn’t cry. bastards aren’t going to win.

Funny how it only takes one small thing to send your day screaming downhill with no brakes. Just that one small things and I spent the rest of the day chasing my ass. Everything and everyone started to be annoying. Things didn’t get accomplished, I swore way too much. It thunder-stormed all day. But, I didn’t cry. Oh, how I was going to; but, it passed, I guess.

Early morning was so nice. I’m glad tomorrow is Friday. I really just want to be alone. Won’t happen, but I can dream.

I think I might finally be figuring out this adult thing. It’s only taken me the 14 years I’ve been considered legally an adult, ha ha! We’ll see how this goes. I forsee a lot of crashing, perhaps some burning, screaming squirrels (which, by the way, is an unsettling sound), acid rain, mud puddles… you get it.

I will not, however, grow up on the inside. Fart jokes are hilarious, go to hell. ha ha!

I survived my grueling, one day of jury duty last week. Pretty sure…

Or a prize, a unicorn, some kittens?

Why am I not incredibly, stinking, rich? I’ll marry for money and give no fucks, ha ha! I’m just tired of going to work. Especially if some asshole is going to keep doing half of my work when it’s not her place, they’re going to keep hiring idiots, and I’m going to keep getting “verbal warnings” for stupid bullshit.

Ugh, whatever. At least I got to leave early… even if this stupid headache hasn’t gone away yet. Eating my weight in SweetTarts will make it all better. Up yours, Monday.

I’m not going to apologize for who I am. I’m going to stop pretending I’m someone I’m not. I’m not going to deny liking the things I like, liking the people I like, doing the stuff I like just because someone else poo-poos everything I do. So, you don’t like it? Well, I do, so go away.

I’m going to stop spending so much time with people I don’t like. The negativity, the meanness, the THE. I’m going to be myself and if you don’t like it, well… go somewhere else. Go to someone else. Be a manipulative, mean bastard on some other plane.

Just go away. I like me. I don’t like you.