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Lots of paperwork to sort at work today. I've done about three days' worth of sorting so far this morning, so I figure I'll take a break.
I really hope a certain someone is at karaoke Thursday so I can punch her in the face. I'm really trying not to punch another party in their little game in the face as well, but forcing the truth into the light doesn't seem to be working. It's like I was telling Joseph, real friends don't just sit there while the alcoholic downs another bottle of Jack and say "You do what your heart feels, and I'll be here to console you when it fails!" Real friends say "Hey, dumbass, put the fucking bottle down and quit fucking up your life. You reach for it again and you lose that hand. You know I'm here for you when you need me, and I'm proving that by doing for you what you're too cowardly to do for yourself." Substitute "bottle" for "emotionally immature pseudo-Goth drama queen" and that metaphor will make more sense.
Jumping on old mattresses is fun.
I haven't had time to watch the DVD that came with The Bean. I need to get some curtains or something so people walking by can't watch me dick around on that thing.
My mom found out yesterday that she's in the beginning stages of emphysema. And she won't quit smoking. Another case of someone not listening to people who care about them and choosing the self-destructive behavior. Yee fucking haw.
Ah well, onward and upward.
I really hope a certain someone is at karaoke Thursday so I can punch her in the face. I'm really trying not to punch another party in their little game in the face as well, but forcing the truth into the light doesn't seem to be working. It's like I was telling Joseph, real friends don't just sit there while the alcoholic downs another bottle of Jack and say "You do what your heart feels, and I'll be here to console you when it fails!" Real friends say "Hey, dumbass, put the fucking bottle down and quit fucking up your life. You reach for it again and you lose that hand. You know I'm here for you when you need me, and I'm proving that by doing for you what you're too cowardly to do for yourself." Substitute "bottle" for "emotionally immature pseudo-Goth drama queen" and that metaphor will make more sense.
Jumping on old mattresses is fun.
I haven't had time to watch the DVD that came with The Bean. I need to get some curtains or something so people walking by can't watch me dick around on that thing.
My mom found out yesterday that she's in the beginning stages of emphysema. And she won't quit smoking. Another case of someone not listening to people who care about them and choosing the self-destructive behavior. Yee fucking haw.
Ah well, onward and upward.