half of my hand is asleep
this is the tenth day in a row i've worked at a store that's not even open. i told herb i was feeling sick so i could leave early today. then i came home and read some pathetic dude's blog for about two hours. maybe three. aside from being incredibly worn-out and kind of sick, i'm in a shitty, shitty mood today. someone's gone and pissed me off, which isn't very hard since i'm incredibly worn-out and kind of sick. at least i'm not middle-aged, fat, and impotent because i married an orca instead of a real woman.
moving on, what's with everyone and their goddamn dogs? just like i don't give a SHIT about your "cute" baby and all the "cute" things it does (i could take my pants off in public too, but it wouldn't be "cute" or "funny," it'd just be obscene and maybe a little funny if i was sporting a massive, hippie-style muff), i don't give a shit about your weird, bug-eyed, tweaked-out mutt. i don't want to see it at my place of work. i don't want to see it at the shitty coffee shop i'm forced to go to because it's close to my place of work. and i especially don't want to see it walking down my street because that means it probably took a weird shit in front of my apartment.
all this pent-up anger is making me hungry. i think i'll go eat the cereal i packed for lunch today but didn't get to eat because i ate a small sub from 7-11 instead. did you know i use powdered milk instead of real milk? i also used eat baked beans directly from the can, but our can opener is too rusty so it doesn't really work anymore and we're too broke/lazy to get another one.
in conclusion, stay in school, kids. because then, even if you are poor and mad like me, you can at least lie to yourself and pretend that you'll eventually get a good job and be happy because you have a degree or something.
moving on, what's with everyone and their goddamn dogs? just like i don't give a SHIT about your "cute" baby and all the "cute" things it does (i could take my pants off in public too, but it wouldn't be "cute" or "funny," it'd just be obscene and maybe a little funny if i was sporting a massive, hippie-style muff), i don't give a shit about your weird, bug-eyed, tweaked-out mutt. i don't want to see it at my place of work. i don't want to see it at the shitty coffee shop i'm forced to go to because it's close to my place of work. and i especially don't want to see it walking down my street because that means it probably took a weird shit in front of my apartment.
all this pent-up anger is making me hungry. i think i'll go eat the cereal i packed for lunch today but didn't get to eat because i ate a small sub from 7-11 instead. did you know i use powdered milk instead of real milk? i also used eat baked beans directly from the can, but our can opener is too rusty so it doesn't really work anymore and we're too broke/lazy to get another one.
in conclusion, stay in school, kids. because then, even if you are poor and mad like me, you can at least lie to yourself and pretend that you'll eventually get a good job and be happy because you have a degree or something.