Nov 03, 2008 17:52
*dramatic glowing eye-open*
don't... want... to go to work #2 tonight...
or ever again.
i feel some friction in my soul...
this is cause by...
uncertianty of future...
verses the certainty of my misery.
i think... maybe this is a problem in perception. maybe i won't be miserable...
yeah... i'm pretty sure i will.
i've developed an additional two gray hairs in the short span of time i've worked there...
i don't know if i can even go tonight...
i am conflicted.
i don't really want to go back to provecho either, but at least there it doesn't suck my soul.
crap... gotta leave soon if i'm going...
want... to say.... fuck it.
ok i'm calm now. i should call tomorrow and tell them i quit. not just not show up.
*twitches*
NOOOOOOOO.
this is bullshit. oh man. don't want it any more. nuts nuts nuts nuts nuts...
so come on, take a chance, because there is no circumstance, that you can't handle...
derick's supernova powers...
the godhead, the peace of mind and it's attraction of energy...
focus....
on....
the mailbox. brb.