Better than an enema
I'm just going to go ahead and give up on paragraph structure right now and list any interesting things that come to mind from the past couple of days...
-I was on the phone with my mom the other day...
Mom: "OH MY GOD HAVE YOU SEEN THE NOTEBOOK!??"
Me: "...no."
Mom: "If you can watch that movie without crying, you're not human." [goes on to talk about how sometimes girls just need to cry at something because it's sort of "cleansing"] Then she says, "It's better than an enema... well, almost anything is better than an enema... [trails off talking to my stepdad] ...what? You've never had one??"
What the fuck Mom? WTF?
-I'm making like, no money at work. On top of my limited availability, they just cut everyone's hours and these $45/week paychecks really aren't cutting it. The main reason I keep working there is because I like getting cheap pastries that are unnaturally delicious.
-I guess I could make a big, emo-fied entry about this that I've made a thousand times before, but I don't like thinking through it too much. Basically, I'm annoyed because I require attention and distractions on a constant basis so as not to not be consumed in my own thoughts, but being around people too much kind of annoys me too, so it's a beautifully tragic Catch-22. Also, I'm fairly lonely in a no-one-loves-me-wahhhh-I'm-a-little-emo-bitch sort of way on a constant basis too, but can't seem to hold a liking to anyone for more than about a week, tops. So essentially, I have a plethora of useless infatuations that are all extremely short lived and never acted upon due to this. Honestly, I'd rather be alone than in a relationship I'm just going to be all in a tizzy about wanting to get out of after a month.
-My music library is a pop-punk/emo explosion. It's ridiculous.
-At work today, some guy said that he refused to use the word "grande" because it sounded "too yuppie". I swiftly replied, "We're in Alabama. I don't think you can BE yuppie."
-I was on the phone with my mom the other day...
Mom: "OH MY GOD HAVE YOU SEEN THE NOTEBOOK!??"
Me: "...no."
Mom: "If you can watch that movie without crying, you're not human." [goes on to talk about how sometimes girls just need to cry at something because it's sort of "cleansing"] Then she says, "It's better than an enema... well, almost anything is better than an enema... [trails off talking to my stepdad] ...what? You've never had one??"
What the fuck Mom? WTF?
-I'm making like, no money at work. On top of my limited availability, they just cut everyone's hours and these $45/week paychecks really aren't cutting it. The main reason I keep working there is because I like getting cheap pastries that are unnaturally delicious.
-I guess I could make a big, emo-fied entry about this that I've made a thousand times before, but I don't like thinking through it too much. Basically, I'm annoyed because I require attention and distractions on a constant basis so as not to not be consumed in my own thoughts, but being around people too much kind of annoys me too, so it's a beautifully tragic Catch-22. Also, I'm fairly lonely in a no-one-loves-me-wahhhh-I'm-a-little-emo-bitch sort of way on a constant basis too, but can't seem to hold a liking to anyone for more than about a week, tops. So essentially, I have a plethora of useless infatuations that are all extremely short lived and never acted upon due to this. Honestly, I'd rather be alone than in a relationship I'm just going to be all in a tizzy about wanting to get out of after a month.
-My music library is a pop-punk/emo explosion. It's ridiculous.
-At work today, some guy said that he refused to use the word "grande" because it sounded "too yuppie". I swiftly replied, "We're in Alabama. I don't think you can BE yuppie."