Ok, I'm at work. No one tell my boss that I'm logged into a website with naked girls while at work. They might fire me two weeks earlier than they planned.
Where the hell did that description come from that's underneith my name. "Around honorofgalahad, birds suddenly appear and choruses of angels sing hymns ot honorofgalahad's bonny face." Dude, I think the system is smoking it up AND IS NOT SHARING GOD DAMN IT!
I would like it if people's profiles would have options like, "Do not send me a message you tall, pasty white boy" so I would know who to say hello to and who not to say hello to on the local scene or the SG's. For example, Ash was very nice and polite to say hello to way back when. Quinne encouraged me to take a flying leap off the tallest building i could find. I would rather have not even posted quinne and simply talked to Ash, ya know?
So I'm working a real job now, like 1500 miles away from where I thought I'd be. Baton Rouge baby, give me the red stick! Of course, it's a short term thing and I'm going to be jobless soon. That's ok, I'm already car-less, homeless, hopeless and loveless. It'll just make me completely ready to not be anything.
But everything thinks I'm oh so fucking happy at work. "Oh, go ask <insert what they THINK is my real name here>. He'll help you. He's smart, helpful and he'll do anything for a pretty girl that smiles at home." Yeah, well, fuck you. You get off of watching TV and eating bowls of frosting. Fuck you if I get high off of simpler pleasures. What the hell is so wrong with helping people? Why CAN'T I want to make someone happy every day? It's not like I've got someone to go home to.
No. I'm not bitter OR angry. I'm actually the most happy I've been in my life without chemical assistance. (what's saying a lot, ya know?). I *am* paranoid, scared and utterly, desperately lonely. But from what I've seen, so are half the people in this damn world.
Ok, I really will get to work now and begin trying to earn what they're paying me.
Cheers!
Where the hell did that description come from that's underneith my name. "Around honorofgalahad, birds suddenly appear and choruses of angels sing hymns ot honorofgalahad's bonny face." Dude, I think the system is smoking it up AND IS NOT SHARING GOD DAMN IT!
I would like it if people's profiles would have options like, "Do not send me a message you tall, pasty white boy" so I would know who to say hello to and who not to say hello to on the local scene or the SG's. For example, Ash was very nice and polite to say hello to way back when. Quinne encouraged me to take a flying leap off the tallest building i could find. I would rather have not even posted quinne and simply talked to Ash, ya know?
So I'm working a real job now, like 1500 miles away from where I thought I'd be. Baton Rouge baby, give me the red stick! Of course, it's a short term thing and I'm going to be jobless soon. That's ok, I'm already car-less, homeless, hopeless and loveless. It'll just make me completely ready to not be anything.
But everything thinks I'm oh so fucking happy at work. "Oh, go ask <insert what they THINK is my real name here>. He'll help you. He's smart, helpful and he'll do anything for a pretty girl that smiles at home." Yeah, well, fuck you. You get off of watching TV and eating bowls of frosting. Fuck you if I get high off of simpler pleasures. What the hell is so wrong with helping people? Why CAN'T I want to make someone happy every day? It's not like I've got someone to go home to.
No. I'm not bitter OR angry. I'm actually the most happy I've been in my life without chemical assistance. (what's saying a lot, ya know?). I *am* paranoid, scared and utterly, desperately lonely. But from what I've seen, so are half the people in this damn world.
Ok, I really will get to work now and begin trying to earn what they're paying me.
Cheers!
sureality:
So I noticed you dug the last bailey set! If you are interested you can read about behind the scenes info in my Oct. 31st journal entry. So did you notice the burning car? Most people mised it. Its our fun little "plant".