Cheap drinks, Second Cummings and W-T-F.
I'm not going to start out my live journal with something corny or cheesey, which is what the unimaginative half of my brain wants me to do. Of course, no one knows I have this damn thing yet, so really no one's reading it. This is just me ranting at the computer. So really, WTF is stopping me? Ok, so fuck it. I'm going to start out with some cliched, emo bullshit. But goddamit, it's how I feel. My world is crumbling around me, and fuck if I know how to stop it. There, I said it. I'm entitled to my feelings, and there you go. And if anyone does get around to reading this at some point, there's maybe three of you who have ever heard me talk like this. Well, there's some things a man keeps inside until it boils over onto his damn computer, I guess. Anyway, if you've kept reading and are maybe interested in why I made that statement, please, right this way........and wipe your damn feet..........
First and foremost is my job. Now, I'm not trying to be sexist here, but I swear to god, once a month my supervisor (who is a woman) becomes a gigantic bitch and is impossible to work with for about a week. Now, she's difficult enough as it is, but honest to god it increases ten-fold right around the middle of the month. Now I'm in a jam, because lately I've been dealing with alot of personal shit and it's been affecting my work. I've been forgetting things and losing focus on tasks. So, I've been making mistakes. Nothing too major at first. Then she gets in her damn mood, bitches at me more, causing me more stress, and I've been making bigger mistakes. So now I have to go into work tomorrow and inform my boss that an entire show that we taped last week is gone, because I lost focus and taped over it. This is not good.
Now onto more personal stuff. To put it bluntly, my grandma is going to die. Soon. I know, it's a part of life, but it still hurts. Everyday, something else shuts down. Now they need to perform some surgery that will probably kill her. The alternative, however, is to just let her die slowly. It pains me to see her so fragile. Now, I'll be the first to admit, I've never been EXTREMELY close with my grandma. But this woman stood behind me and supported me now matter what crazy fucked up thing I wanted to do. Even when my parents said no, grandma was always there to tell me to do whatever the hell I wanted. I guess, though, the absolute WORST part about this is her no-good ex-husband will out live here. The son of a bitch who calls himself my mother's father and has abbandoned this side of the family still gets to walk around. I really hoped my grandmother would have been alive to witness me spit on his grave.
What's mostly bothering me is my personal life. Everything is in shambles right now. I really can't comment much on this, because quite frankly, everything is up in the air. I have no idea what's going on or what exactly to think. All I know is that it hurts. It hurts and I don't know what to do. I just....don't know.
Anyway, October 30th. J.O.E. and I for the first time ever. This is the one fucking thing that I have to look forward to. This is my first match since taking time off to recoup and really to regain my lost love for wrestling. There's honestly few people that I'd rather wrestle coming back than JOE. Not only that, but this is a hardcore match. I'm looking to leave an impression on this new crowd. On top of that, I get to take out all my frustrations in the ring. I'll be really fucking impressed if I can still walk after this one.
Well, that was it. All my curses and all my rants and raves, and I don't feel any fucking better.
VD
First and foremost is my job. Now, I'm not trying to be sexist here, but I swear to god, once a month my supervisor (who is a woman) becomes a gigantic bitch and is impossible to work with for about a week. Now, she's difficult enough as it is, but honest to god it increases ten-fold right around the middle of the month. Now I'm in a jam, because lately I've been dealing with alot of personal shit and it's been affecting my work. I've been forgetting things and losing focus on tasks. So, I've been making mistakes. Nothing too major at first. Then she gets in her damn mood, bitches at me more, causing me more stress, and I've been making bigger mistakes. So now I have to go into work tomorrow and inform my boss that an entire show that we taped last week is gone, because I lost focus and taped over it. This is not good.
Now onto more personal stuff. To put it bluntly, my grandma is going to die. Soon. I know, it's a part of life, but it still hurts. Everyday, something else shuts down. Now they need to perform some surgery that will probably kill her. The alternative, however, is to just let her die slowly. It pains me to see her so fragile. Now, I'll be the first to admit, I've never been EXTREMELY close with my grandma. But this woman stood behind me and supported me now matter what crazy fucked up thing I wanted to do. Even when my parents said no, grandma was always there to tell me to do whatever the hell I wanted. I guess, though, the absolute WORST part about this is her no-good ex-husband will out live here. The son of a bitch who calls himself my mother's father and has abbandoned this side of the family still gets to walk around. I really hoped my grandmother would have been alive to witness me spit on his grave.
What's mostly bothering me is my personal life. Everything is in shambles right now. I really can't comment much on this, because quite frankly, everything is up in the air. I have no idea what's going on or what exactly to think. All I know is that it hurts. It hurts and I don't know what to do. I just....don't know.
Anyway, October 30th. J.O.E. and I for the first time ever. This is the one fucking thing that I have to look forward to. This is my first match since taking time off to recoup and really to regain my lost love for wrestling. There's honestly few people that I'd rather wrestle coming back than JOE. Not only that, but this is a hardcore match. I'm looking to leave an impression on this new crowd. On top of that, I get to take out all my frustrations in the ring. I'll be really fucking impressed if I can still walk after this one.
Well, that was it. All my curses and all my rants and raves, and I don't feel any fucking better.
VD