Chocolate Flava
I get so goddamn angry when the A train just delays and delays and DELAYS and you're just sitting there staring at some fucking Budweiser billboard and all the hamsters sitting around you are just vacantly blinking and listing to their headphones and reading their NY Posts and black lady books and...
OK, a few minutes have passed and I am over it.
I work at a non-profit publishing company, very small and pretty much in the hole. People are leaving left and right, people my age who have been here as long as me, leaving for better jobs that pay more money, or moving to other states with spouses and offspring. I sit here with no work to do, nothing on my plate at all, wondering, Should I ask for work? If I ask for work and they have no work to give me, then they know that I have no work to do. Pathetic. Well, I'm digging my own grave, I'm making my own bed. Someone kick me in the ass, please.
This weekend (Memorial Day weekend of course) I'm going to be in my friend Frank's wedding. I never look forward to these types of things. I hate feeling like I'm on display-- especially when it's someone else's display-- and I hate showing up to formal events without a date where I have to mingle with other people's friends and family. There will be two people there that I haven't seen in a long time, one not since college, so that will be pleasant enough; but honestly I was not close friends with either of them, so after the casual catch-up banter I can look forward to being ignored all evening.
Listen to me, since when did I become such a whiny ham? Who cares if no one pays attention to me? Wow, Entry Number 2 and this is already turning into one of those LiveJournals... sorry folks. I'm feeling my way through this, it can only get better.
Let's hope so, anyway.