I hate this fucking place & everyone in it. Especially that fucking bitch standing over to the right.

If I didn’t write these notes to myself while I was at work, I’d probably yell at a bunch of people and no one would talk to me ever again. Not that I really care, but hey… it makes ME feel better and that’s all that matters. I wrote these last Friday. It’s amazing what I find stuffed in my pockets after work, .

hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha
hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha
hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

Whew, that feels better. Are you fucking kidding me? What the fuck would I gain from trying to sabotage you? Seriously? Stop mainlining drain cleaner, idiot.

Seriously, though… if I was going to sabotage her, I wouldn’t make it so bleeding obvious. Plus, even if I were, the moron is so dumb she wouldn’t know it even if it jumped up and smacked her fucking ugly-ass teeth out.

I’ve had a raging headache all day, I’m not in the mood for these children.

After yesterday, where I had a gigantic headache (oh my eyeballs and the light!, a repeat of Monday), had to drive home in ICE (fun times), and just generally had to put up with morons… I’ve decided I’m going to stop talking to a couple of people. The only time I will talk to these idiots is at work, and only about work things… you know just to make the process smoother. Other than that, fuck off and die. I will NOT make small talk with you, I will NOT listen to or participate in your bitching/shit-talking… I’m just going to NOT do anything.

Main person… oh we all know who that bitch is… I’m probably going to stop answering her phone calls unless The Roommate answers the phone… which he usually doesn’t. I’m sick of her bullshit so fucking hard I just, I don’t know. She seems to have ramped up the asshole this week. I called her on some of it (i.e., see last post) and she’s ever the deny-er. I’m not quite sure her fascination with trying to get me to quit my job. Whenever I’m even slightly annoyed or having an off-day, that’s the first thing that comes up. “You CAN find somewhere to go,” “You don’t HAVE to be here.” ETC ETC ETC, ad nauseum, over and fucking over… SHUT THE FUCK UP.

Apparently everyone is allowed to be annoyed at the entire world, or the small little work world of morons… everyone but me, that is. I’m not sure if she views me as some sort of threat, or what; but, it’s getting old. Old at work and old in life. It’s the same thing away from work. YOU’RE WHY WE CAN’T HAVE NICE THINGS. Well, WE can; but then you feel threatened by everyone else, or some stupid shit I’ve long stopped trying to figure out.

This is why no one invites you places; because you don’t know how to behave. She asked me last Sunday if The Roommate was having a Super Bowl party. I just shrugged my shoulders because I didn’t want to get into it. Yes, yes, he is and you’re not invited. You’re not invited because you don’t know how to behave around adults… or children and animals really. Everyone but you is invited. So piss off.

Oh, you’ve invited everyone over to watch at your house… good for you, puddin’. Have fun. Oh, the Pro Bowl is on Sunday… have fun watching by yourself. Have I ever mentioned that I don’t really like hand-egg football?

“Why are you being mean to me?”
“I’m not being mean to you.”

Really? Because your tone of voice and the way you said the previous statement pretty much negates that, asshole. Fucking g-ddamn bitch.

Librería El Ateneo (ex Teatro Grand Splendid) by chenick

bwahahahahahahahahaha… hahahahahahahahahaha… hahahfuckinghadeeha!

–Tecumseh

No one to do their bidding because God forbid they have to do anything. No one who will silently sit there and take it because they’re too much of a pussy lately to pop off. No one there who is hiding everything… contempt, mainly. But, whatever. We’re not going to think about those assholes because they don’t factor into our day… our hours… our lives. If they all suddenly dropped dead I would probably let out a cheer. Cold, horrible, mean, whatever. They don’t care and neither do I.

So you can cook your own damned turkey, wrap your own damned presents – and while you’re at it, you can all ride a one-horse open sleigh to Hell!

I’ve decided… it’s a new year. A new chapter. One that barely anyone but the author and a few hardcore fans is going to like. The rest of you can kiss my ass. Kiss it so hard your lying, two-faced lips will fall off.

So there.

We all know that I’ll just puss out and show up Monday morning like I wasn’t even thinking anything contrary. I’ll continue to bend over and take it up the tailpipe all while silently bitching and cursing my own existence. Because I’m a huge pussy and won’t find anywhere else to work. Because I enjoy being treated like shit, apparently. Because I’m just so beaten down by life and have no motivation or willpower to do anything else.

I’d say that this new year will bring changes, but… it won’t. I’ll just sit back and do the same old shit and try to not kill myself just like the previous year. Epiphanies and whatnot can feel free to jump in at any time… because Lord knows I’m not going to do it myself.