like Pierot the clown...
Today, I told roughly a dozen people to not listen to a word I say because I'm fucking toxic. Pretty much in those exact words.
Because I am so stressed-out and pissed off that I've actually given myself a headache with it and I can't decide whether to punch a wall, or huddle against it and cry and fuck my life.
And what happens after my very explicit, very loud disclaimer?
No less than three people come up to me and tell me that I'm in a mood.
Really? When did redundancy become fashionable and why didn't I know about it? I have spent something like fifty hours a week penned up like cattle with these people since last September. You'd think by now they'd know me a little better.
Also, screw all this for making me use this journal as a real life rage dumping ground. I used to ramble on about funny things, I think. And imaginary things, most of all. Lately all I do is whine. I even whine about how much I whine.
Buuuut I'm having a barbeque on Friday, which should be hilarious. So maybe that'll pick me up.
And hey, all this aggression is good for the muses. I might post something later tonight. If, of course, I can manage to wriggle out from under the pile of essays I have to correct until Friday.
So while we're at it, is there anything I absolutely must write a next chapter/sequel to? Because I'm pretty much in the mood to write whatever and I can never decide. Someone pick for me.
... Or I could go write auction fic, I guess.
And last but not least, Happy Birthday, baby sis. You're officially 'mid-twenties' material now. Weep!
Because I am so stressed-out and pissed off that I've actually given myself a headache with it and I can't decide whether to punch a wall, or huddle against it and cry and fuck my life.
And what happens after my very explicit, very loud disclaimer?
No less than three people come up to me and tell me that I'm in a mood.
Really? When did redundancy become fashionable and why didn't I know about it? I have spent something like fifty hours a week penned up like cattle with these people since last September. You'd think by now they'd know me a little better.
Also, screw all this for making me use this journal as a real life rage dumping ground. I used to ramble on about funny things, I think. And imaginary things, most of all. Lately all I do is whine. I even whine about how much I whine.
Buuuut I'm having a barbeque on Friday, which should be hilarious. So maybe that'll pick me up.
And hey, all this aggression is good for the muses. I might post something later tonight. If, of course, I can manage to wriggle out from under the pile of essays I have to correct until Friday.
So while we're at it, is there anything I absolutely must write a next chapter/sequel to? Because I'm pretty much in the mood to write whatever and I can never decide. Someone pick for me.
... Or I could go write auction fic, I guess.
And last but not least, Happy Birthday, baby sis. You're officially 'mid-twenties' material now. Weep!