sleeping in until your father is shaking you down...
I started the painting I am making for someone that is not aware of what exactly I am making them. I have to finish by Jesus' birthday, because I am giving this particular painting to this really awesome person for Jesus' birthday. I think I might like it so much that I will sort of want to keep it, but I won't keep it.
Amy woke up around 5am, and we went to Cornerstone. After eating we drove by some disgusting house she lived in when she was off on the train. We did something that really made me laugh, I mean, really, LAUGH! Take that fucking douchey crank-heads. I hope that really stimulated your paranoia. I am sure it did. We didn't do anything huge, but it was was pretty fucking funny to us.
Painting should continue tonight. I don't know if it will, or not, though.
I love my cat, he is one of my greatest obsessions. I love Switters too, but I have not known her as long.
Fuck people at work that don't get my sarcasm. I will NOT explain it, if they think I am actually insane, for what I joke about, then they are pretty ignorant. Fuck not expressing my views on abortion! If any of those fucking people that are under 25 with multiple children, and no education say anything to me, they are going to hear some pretty vulgar views from me. And hopefully continue to think I am totally insane. I am sick of hearing about how fucking accidental pregnancy is a "gift" from "God". Humanity pretty much sucks. Just incase you didn't get the memo. I just get so annoyed that I can't talk to people at work like I do my friends. It is not my fault that I fucking hate Nascar, don't like shitty modern country music. I appreciate art, and I don't like most of the things they do, but I do not think that alone makes me insane.
Oh, we are decorating our row for Christmas, so I said we should also decorate for Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, Yule sp?, and any other December holiday. They all laughed at me like I made up all of those holidays.
I should just display a gian pentagram in my cubical, and then they will all stop talking to me. Oh, according to one of my co-workers, Pagans do NOT believe in any God period. Interesting I told her, since the last time I checked there are a few different Gods, and Goddesses involved, but what do I know... I just need to take some Lithium.
Alecia
Amy woke up around 5am, and we went to Cornerstone. After eating we drove by some disgusting house she lived in when she was off on the train. We did something that really made me laugh, I mean, really, LAUGH! Take that fucking douchey crank-heads. I hope that really stimulated your paranoia. I am sure it did. We didn't do anything huge, but it was was pretty fucking funny to us.
Painting should continue tonight. I don't know if it will, or not, though.
I love my cat, he is one of my greatest obsessions. I love Switters too, but I have not known her as long.
Fuck people at work that don't get my sarcasm. I will NOT explain it, if they think I am actually insane, for what I joke about, then they are pretty ignorant. Fuck not expressing my views on abortion! If any of those fucking people that are under 25 with multiple children, and no education say anything to me, they are going to hear some pretty vulgar views from me. And hopefully continue to think I am totally insane. I am sick of hearing about how fucking accidental pregnancy is a "gift" from "God". Humanity pretty much sucks. Just incase you didn't get the memo. I just get so annoyed that I can't talk to people at work like I do my friends. It is not my fault that I fucking hate Nascar, don't like shitty modern country music. I appreciate art, and I don't like most of the things they do, but I do not think that alone makes me insane.
Oh, we are decorating our row for Christmas, so I said we should also decorate for Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, Yule sp?, and any other December holiday. They all laughed at me like I made up all of those holidays.
I should just display a gian pentagram in my cubical, and then they will all stop talking to me. Oh, according to one of my co-workers, Pagans do NOT believe in any God period. Interesting I told her, since the last time I checked there are a few different Gods, and Goddesses involved, but what do I know... I just need to take some Lithium.
Alecia