Meanwhile...
I am now the archetypal "Things could be so much worse" figure.
I wish.
I've now reached that special stage of meh where you're too meh to enjoy yourself or get anything done, but not meh enough to get any credit for being a tortured soul. Meh.
I have a job, as I may or may not have mentioned before. I thought it was good karma, seeing as how every other job I've tried for has rejected me. Turns out it wasn't: I got the job because it's shit, and they can't hold onto employees long enough to get their tax back. I need a new job, but apparently Hobbycraft don't just employ anyone. That's the last time I try to be polite and amiable to someone whose last name is Plank.
I hate my job.
I hate my job.
I hate my job.
Saying which, I still have to miss two nights off of it and not get paid because of a fucking guilt trip for the fashion show. Which I did some fucking designs for and she's not fucking in.
I hate how I'm in such a bad mood that I won't enjoy Cosmino tonight.
I hate how people keep mentioning Joe.
I hate how I've lost my keys.
I hate people I like because they are happy, and because their boyfriends from Joe's fucking art class are still with them, and how they are happy and together and blissful even though they seem to do nothing but argue or spout nauteously romantic garbage at each other.
I hate how I couldn't say "Chris, I'm not interested" and now have an insignificant other who I will have to let down/alienate who I really didn't want to.
I hate how I'm starting to get attracted to someone who is angry and gothic and a general twat.
I hate how I can't finish anything right now.
I hate how my sister always thinks she's better than me.
I hate Joe.
I hate Joe.
I hate Joe.
In that really annoying way whereby actually I still like him, and just hate not being with him.
Feh.
You may or may not have noticed, but I'm not in a good mood at the moment.
I could get hit by a bus right now and it wouldn't be the world's biggest tragedy. I think the only reason I haven't embarked on one of those stupid cry-for-help binges is that I'm too lazy, and that it looks too much like trying.
I want a cigarette.
Wheeee, rain.
I wish.
I've now reached that special stage of meh where you're too meh to enjoy yourself or get anything done, but not meh enough to get any credit for being a tortured soul. Meh.
I have a job, as I may or may not have mentioned before. I thought it was good karma, seeing as how every other job I've tried for has rejected me. Turns out it wasn't: I got the job because it's shit, and they can't hold onto employees long enough to get their tax back. I need a new job, but apparently Hobbycraft don't just employ anyone. That's the last time I try to be polite and amiable to someone whose last name is Plank.
I hate my job.
I hate my job.
I hate my job.
Saying which, I still have to miss two nights off of it and not get paid because of a fucking guilt trip for the fashion show. Which I did some fucking designs for and she's not fucking in.
I hate how I'm in such a bad mood that I won't enjoy Cosmino tonight.
I hate how people keep mentioning Joe.
I hate how I've lost my keys.
I hate people I like because they are happy, and because their boyfriends from Joe's fucking art class are still with them, and how they are happy and together and blissful even though they seem to do nothing but argue or spout nauteously romantic garbage at each other.
I hate how I couldn't say "Chris, I'm not interested" and now have an insignificant other who I will have to let down/alienate who I really didn't want to.
I hate how I'm starting to get attracted to someone who is angry and gothic and a general twat.
I hate how I can't finish anything right now.
I hate how my sister always thinks she's better than me.
I hate Joe.
I hate Joe.
I hate Joe.
In that really annoying way whereby actually I still like him, and just hate not being with him.
Feh.
You may or may not have noticed, but I'm not in a good mood at the moment.
I could get hit by a bus right now and it wouldn't be the world's biggest tragedy. I think the only reason I haven't embarked on one of those stupid cry-for-help binges is that I'm too lazy, and that it looks too much like trying.
I want a cigarette.
Wheeee, rain.