xevilxashleyx

Gah...

I came home from work today to my mother hootin' and hollerin' about all sorts of stuff and some things and other such nonsense. One thing in particular: some gift cards that "went missing" from her purse a month or so ago. I am (not surprisingly) the main suspect, and for no good reason.

Needless to say, I'm not in the best of moods. Alas, life rolls on, I guess...

So, yeah. Insert something witty here, as I'm not feeling particularly witty right now...

I made cookies this morning, as the ones I made prior to this past weekend were only partly for something for a friend's daughter, but where given wholly to her by mistake. I burnt my finger. Twice. Gnarly. Or not.

Tomorrow, I have a meeting with my lawyer. He's going to tell me a bunch of things that I already know, but I have to pay him a shit ton of money anyway. And I'll still probably end up losing my license for far longer than I can stand...

Methinks this weekend shouldn't suck. Or rather, I hope it doesn't, as the weekend is the only thing I have to look forward to at the moment, and I'll be quite disappointed if it's sucktastic. I don't much like going to work to do absolutely nothing. Is it great that I get paid $10/hour to sit and do nothing all day? Yep. But is it hellaciously unbearable after an hour or so? Fuck yes. I'm a do-er, me and my ADHD don't like to sit for too long and do nothing.

But...it does give me a lot of time to write and think and socialize. It's the only thing that keeps me sane, if you can call me that. You probably can't, but that's ok.

I want pizza. Again. But...I'm poor, and so pizza isn't an option.

My patience is wearing. Can you tell? I'm just not good at this game, methinks. Maybe I wasn't cut out for it, or maybe the other players directly involved in my game of life just aren't the people I need to be playing with. It's time for some major social cleansing, methinks...
I do it once in a while, and every time the subject is brought up, I get weird looks. Is it really such a strange concept? Mentally culling the heard? Sometimes, there are just people that we don't need, on any level, in our lives and it's best to just get them out. It makes for lots of lonely spots, sometimes, but in the longrun...it's proven to be good for me...

So, I'm being unofficially promoted. Or rather, I have been. What's that mean? Well, for starters, it means I get to do clerical work as well as dispatch...but I still get the same pay. Lame. But at least it keeps me busy.

I'm on the lookout for Job Numero Dos. I'm going to end up working second shift at Lowe's, methinks. Warehouse work. At least they pay decent, as I wouldn't be very down for working from 5:30 to midnight for $9 and hour. But...then again, at this point...I'll do just about anything for money. And I mean anything. Gah!

This is long and pointless. I'm about to make it longer. And pointless...er.

First: Despite what my appearance portrays, I'm actually a very nice person. When people judge me based on my appearance, I get annoyed, hence making me a not-so-nice person. But that only fuels the stereotype. This irritates me.

Second (and unrelated): I'm too easily walked upon. I'm sick of playing nice and being taken advantage of. I'm sick of always compromising my end of everything to make things easier for everyone else. Fuck everyone else. Compromise goes both ways. I will not always be last on the list, as that's not fair to me.

Third: Not everyone is an asshole. I know we all know this, but seriously...I think people take it for granted. Next time someone is really awesome to you, tell them so.

Random: I work with a super nice, super friendly girl, and her husband treats her like shit. She's staying with him and playing nice until the kids are out of high school - 4 years - so that she can eliminate child cupport and custody battles from the divorce she's already planning. And saving for.
He sat her down and told her she cost him $500 last month, and that he expected her to pay him back at least half of that to pay for his "Man Room." She's not allowed in the "Man Room," even though she wanted to buy a stripper pole and strip for him. He said no. He says "I'm tired" when she wants the goods. He says he's "too old" to be spontaneous...
But he goes to strip clubs and watches porn all the time...
He even told her that if she wouldn't marry him, she had to move out. What an asshat. I told her I couldn't believe she married him. Rediculous. Why are boys such fucktards? I don't get it...

Anyway...food. Cleaning. Bleh.

Love me, like I love you. I'll beg if you'd like.