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July... Short of a pity party that I posted and then deleted I haven't had anything to say since.
All in all, not a lot changes in my little world. I work and then go to work. Eat, which I do quite well... and yes I'm going to be arrogant about that. Not what I eat mind you, but how much I eat. Always seems to amaze my co-workers that I can have lunch and still be hungry a few hours later.
Anywho... typed that out last night... i think >.> Not really sure. Things are just blurring together. Attention... drink number one - Crown black and coke. My hours at the vet clinic keep getting cut. Hours at kroger are staying mostly the same.
OH... things that are going on.
- I'm making a 4 in 1 weave chain maille shirt... my inner D&D dork is foaming at the mouth for that thing to get finished. Going to be a full lenght long sleeve. Never have seen one that can be bought, but its what I've always wanted. And I have cooked up several other maille projects... of course.
- Huh... that's kinda it that's supper new and worth mentioning. Oh... i got a new watch cuz i finally broke my black one. I sent it out to get fixed. I never really baby anything I own... except for my phone since its a touch screen. My ipod is pitted and gouged... car has several dents in it.
Since the Crown is turning my stomach... time to switch to tequila ^^
For some reason i've had no energy... no drive to do much at all. I had wendsday off and only worked some today and the same for tomorrow. I haven't played wow, which is odd. Though... as i type that, i realized that i have someone to talk to.
I feel like I've been depressed these past few days in that I did have a furend to talk to as often as I once did. I know I should know better.
I picked "Out of position" up at the start of this too. Really cute book. It hasn't pissed my off like "Waterways" did. Though it was a good book too. For what ever reason reading it has both warmed my heart and crushed it... just ground it out like a cigerette butt. Just seems like I'm alone... even though I'm not. I know what I want. I know what would make me feel infinatly better. But everyone that knows about it always frowns... "you shouldn't do that to your self" " Promise me you won't" and blah, blah,blah... for once I'm glad my room is as cold as a meat cooler. Not my prefered method of knowing i'm still alive, but i guess it works.
I had planed on getting pretty shitty drunk, but now I don't care. I want to not post this and crawl in bed.
Oh... i just remembered that one of my favorite patients got hit by a bus... when i was told, at some point i relized my mouth was still open and had to close it. He was larger than life. when a dog out weighs you... you remembemer. He was a black Newfound land dog. at one time he weighed 223lbs. and i weigh 205ish. i miss him. and in my sick twisted mind... I hope he fucking totaled that bus. I've always tried to get pics of him that do is size justice and the only one i have is a comparison of his paw to mine. His paw dwarfed mine... i'm 6'3"... I'm not really small.
And now I'm tired of sitting here with nothing to say. I dont' care about this postl. Just bed... leave this world behind. Make it disapear till another day. I would say that I can escape into my dreams, but we all knolw that's a lie.
"I am beyond God, I am human. I am the razor blade on the communion tray" Wreak havok - anglespit
"God made me a canible to fix problems like you" 100% - anglespit