i feel all cold and mushy inside. kinda like lumpy oatmeal, but more like good key-lime cheesecake that my mommy brought home for me.
i quit my job. i work(ed) for my parents. how do you quit working for your parents? its a family obligation. i am a lazy ass, and i hate the boss i have to work under (not a relative). totally reminds me of molly shannons "i'm 50, fifty years old" character. she's the type of lady who goes in circles trying to tell you something, but never really gets to the point. thinks she is strong because she's been mistreated, but really is weaker than my hair after 5 bleachings. at first i thought it was some strange issue i have with authority figures, but it turns out she really is a dumb bitch. my sister agrees. can't keep her mouth shut, nosy, and treats me like i don't know what the fuck i am doing, even though i have been doing the same work since i was three years old and i am the one who trained her. i am so sick of feet, and sick of people walking all over me.
i'm listening to rage against the machine, cause i haven't in a while. its kindof refreshing. quite different from the allison krauss i was listening to yesterday when someone said "WHAT are you listening to?" yeah, YAY for people who can't see past the confines of their own tastes.
my sheets are all musty and gross cause my sister has been sleeping in my bed and she's sick. bad news, but a small sacrifice in exchange for use of her (formerly my) apartment for the last 3 days. so incredibly numbing to be alone with the sounds of the alleyways and cars and rain and shopping cart street people. spreaking of, yesterday at the gas station a "bum" asked me how my day was going. i said great (it wasn't, i just quit my job right after i signed a 6 month lease for a new apt). i expected him to ask me for change right after, you know, cause thats usually how it goes, but he didn't. instead he said "well you know, what more can you ask for. if its not bad- its not bad." i was humbled at his genuine interest in my day. i didn't give him any change...
do people really change? or just become more inconsistent with each new trait?
"and they say alcoholics are always alcoholics, even if they're dry as my lips for years. even if he's stranded on a small desert island with no place in ten thousand miles to buy beer. and i wonder is he different, has he changed what he's about? or is he just a liar with nothing to lie about?" -ADiF
i quit my job. i work(ed) for my parents. how do you quit working for your parents? its a family obligation. i am a lazy ass, and i hate the boss i have to work under (not a relative). totally reminds me of molly shannons "i'm 50, fifty years old" character. she's the type of lady who goes in circles trying to tell you something, but never really gets to the point. thinks she is strong because she's been mistreated, but really is weaker than my hair after 5 bleachings. at first i thought it was some strange issue i have with authority figures, but it turns out she really is a dumb bitch. my sister agrees. can't keep her mouth shut, nosy, and treats me like i don't know what the fuck i am doing, even though i have been doing the same work since i was three years old and i am the one who trained her. i am so sick of feet, and sick of people walking all over me.
i'm listening to rage against the machine, cause i haven't in a while. its kindof refreshing. quite different from the allison krauss i was listening to yesterday when someone said "WHAT are you listening to?" yeah, YAY for people who can't see past the confines of their own tastes.
my sheets are all musty and gross cause my sister has been sleeping in my bed and she's sick. bad news, but a small sacrifice in exchange for use of her (formerly my) apartment for the last 3 days. so incredibly numbing to be alone with the sounds of the alleyways and cars and rain and shopping cart street people. spreaking of, yesterday at the gas station a "bum" asked me how my day was going. i said great (it wasn't, i just quit my job right after i signed a 6 month lease for a new apt). i expected him to ask me for change right after, you know, cause thats usually how it goes, but he didn't. instead he said "well you know, what more can you ask for. if its not bad- its not bad." i was humbled at his genuine interest in my day. i didn't give him any change...
do people really change? or just become more inconsistent with each new trait?
"and they say alcoholics are always alcoholics, even if they're dry as my lips for years. even if he's stranded on a small desert island with no place in ten thousand miles to buy beer. and i wonder is he different, has he changed what he's about? or is he just a liar with nothing to lie about?" -ADiF
carcrashset:
Hey bubblegum! mmmmm cheesecake....