Why diet when I take crystal meth?
Fuck you 2005, you better be a fucking good year this time, or so help me...
I have to admit, it's off to a pretty good start so far. Last night was fun, me and "zee boys" and Sedef went to an Irish Pub called Blarney's Stones. There's nothing like ringing in the new year with a mob of gaellic folk. "Happy Fucking New Year, Fuckers!!" Those very unfortunate few who have seen me so incredibly intoxicated that I can't even function properly, you would have had a HayDay with me last night. Something about free champagne, mickey of whiskey, 6 shots of some silly "tangeriney vodka"garbage just puts me in a great mood. Needless to say, I'm paying for it today. My head feels like someone took a hammer to my skull, I haven't eaten a single thing all day on account of fear of horking it back up again. And you know that sappy cliche "dance like nobody's watching"...that was an understatement. I danced like there was nobody on the planet anymore, so now my legs and arms are cramping so bad, it's like i'm having my period in the wrong places. Terrible metaphor I know, but i don't give a shit.
I fucking hate work. They seem to think that people who live on their own making $8.75 an hour and working 12 hours a week can manage comfortably. FUCKING IDIOTS! I'm sure all those fucking superiors who make six figures a fucking year don't give a shit. This is going to be tough, and if this continues, I'm going to have to claim bankruptcy. I see no other alternatives really. I'm such a hateful person these days. I never used to be. But I am so easily annoyed nowadays, and I try not to show it to people, I still want to maintain that image of a "content" person, but one day it's going to backfire on me, I can feel it.
I already had a breakdown point this week. I haven't felt that low in ages, approximately 16 months ago actually. Hear me out though. Went to Catholic school my whole life. Graduated, and didn't want to care about any of it anymore...became an atheist. Then, on one of those days where absolutely nothing would go right, I come to an empty home (as per usual) to watch that DAMNED PRINCE OF EGYPT MOVIE ON TV(lack of any other remotely interesting programs on TV)...you know? that cartoon randition of the story of Moses. ALL HELL BROKE LOOSE!! I went into a whirlwind of depression. I guess it was a religious flash back of all that stuff I was taught in school. I don't really know. Bo claims it was "God's way of calling me back".....uh-huh? Won't be happening. Yet. Anytime soon? I don't know, nor care.
Adam is not doing very well right now. His grandfather is ill in Thunder Bay, and it kills me to see him so helpless and upset. I suppose all I can do for him is comfort, encourage and be there for him. he's been doing the same for me lately, and I love him for it.
I miss you Jane. Come home soon. I miss you Patrick, I want to see what shoes you have in ascending order as to which was more expensive. I miss you Holly, I for you just being you.
I spy with my little eye, a grey hair on the top of my head. SHYTE!!!!!
I have to admit, it's off to a pretty good start so far. Last night was fun, me and "zee boys" and Sedef went to an Irish Pub called Blarney's Stones. There's nothing like ringing in the new year with a mob of gaellic folk. "Happy Fucking New Year, Fuckers!!" Those very unfortunate few who have seen me so incredibly intoxicated that I can't even function properly, you would have had a HayDay with me last night. Something about free champagne, mickey of whiskey, 6 shots of some silly "tangeriney vodka"garbage just puts me in a great mood. Needless to say, I'm paying for it today. My head feels like someone took a hammer to my skull, I haven't eaten a single thing all day on account of fear of horking it back up again. And you know that sappy cliche "dance like nobody's watching"...that was an understatement. I danced like there was nobody on the planet anymore, so now my legs and arms are cramping so bad, it's like i'm having my period in the wrong places. Terrible metaphor I know, but i don't give a shit.
I fucking hate work. They seem to think that people who live on their own making $8.75 an hour and working 12 hours a week can manage comfortably. FUCKING IDIOTS! I'm sure all those fucking superiors who make six figures a fucking year don't give a shit. This is going to be tough, and if this continues, I'm going to have to claim bankruptcy. I see no other alternatives really. I'm such a hateful person these days. I never used to be. But I am so easily annoyed nowadays, and I try not to show it to people, I still want to maintain that image of a "content" person, but one day it's going to backfire on me, I can feel it.
I already had a breakdown point this week. I haven't felt that low in ages, approximately 16 months ago actually. Hear me out though. Went to Catholic school my whole life. Graduated, and didn't want to care about any of it anymore...became an atheist. Then, on one of those days where absolutely nothing would go right, I come to an empty home (as per usual) to watch that DAMNED PRINCE OF EGYPT MOVIE ON TV(lack of any other remotely interesting programs on TV)...you know? that cartoon randition of the story of Moses. ALL HELL BROKE LOOSE!! I went into a whirlwind of depression. I guess it was a religious flash back of all that stuff I was taught in school. I don't really know. Bo claims it was "God's way of calling me back".....uh-huh? Won't be happening. Yet. Anytime soon? I don't know, nor care.
Adam is not doing very well right now. His grandfather is ill in Thunder Bay, and it kills me to see him so helpless and upset. I suppose all I can do for him is comfort, encourage and be there for him. he's been doing the same for me lately, and I love him for it.
I miss you Jane. Come home soon. I miss you Patrick, I want to see what shoes you have in ascending order as to which was more expensive. I miss you Holly, I for you just being you.
I spy with my little eye, a grey hair on the top of my head. SHYTE!!!!!