Think about it...

So, so bored. But so, so busy. The first half of the day flew by because of all the stuff I had to do, but now that the rushed assignments are finished… time is slow. Now I’m just twiddling my thumbs making CD’s for our training classes. One per institution. Blech.

Funnyman is busy in his office, so I can’t visit him and my Songbird is on her way back to the office. However, I am a bit miffed, she might be leaving me soon. I don’t know if I can function in this office without her. She’s my rock. I can’t even begin to imagine life without her there to help me through it. Or me there to help her. I’m so sure she can do without me though, I’m the needy bitch, not her. I guess you could say she was the Alice to my Bella—minus the ditching in a time of need. No, wait. That was a horrible analogy. I think. Hmm…

Sometimes I just want to hit the pause and rewind buttons on life. Pause. Rewind. Go back and change history. I’d make different decisions, I’d care more, I’d pay attention more—I’d live more. But there are no buttons to press, no time machines to ride, no magic wand or mystical spell to cast. It’s just me and life and the future.

Hopefully I’ll do things so that when I look back I won’t want to do them over again.

Late nite rambles

There once was a girl... ahh screw it--its me!

Bored at home. It's my last night of freedom before school starts up again tomorrow, not to mention yet another Monday at work. It kinda sucks being an adult. Children, teens, babies alike... enjoy this time you have right now... you will miss it.

Curse of the Employee Comfortability

I've come to learn something in my new found wisdom of realization... I am way too comfortable in my job. Oh sure, I dress nice for the part. My closet over flows with clothes that put me in debt and my car is brand new... but I'm broke. In debt. Stuck where I stay. Why?

Because I'm comfortable.

I love the people I work with. I love that there's no pressure. No one looks over my shoulder or gets on my ass about every little thing. My boss is awesome, the managers are awesome--EVERYONE is... awesome. We're literally comfortable talking about just about anything together. Which is good when you need a friend, bad when that friend is comfortable enough to tease you about something you told them in confidence.

Case in point: I told Funnyman about my recent family incident between me and my asshole brother... now he teases me about it. I told funnyman about my recent doctor diagnosis of my lack of lactose toleration... now EVERYONE teases me about it.

So here is what I've learned--oh, it's not to keep my beck shut. It's to tease Mr. Funnyman RIGHT back. Which I do, on a regular basis. It's awesome. I love it.

Now on to the second reason I'm writing this...

It is no secret that I am in love with MOTU Edward... well today someone decided to whip out the yard stick and whack people. Apparently I could not hide my excited face because now I'm being teased for liking a little spank here and there. Oops! :P

Sorry 2011, I'm Slack

Don’t get mad at me Jess… I want to start a new story. Don’t be mad at me SD-S, I just don’t feel like doing what you asked me to do. It’s not due right now anyways… Don’t be mad at me life, but you suck. Don’t be mad at me mom, but I plan to take a nap in your bed when you leave—and no, I will not fix the bed when I’m done. Don’t be mad at me God, but I’m seriously not worthy. Wish I was.

Wed-NESS-Day

Pill lacking day. Don't judge me.

So... I'm at work and bored out of my motherfuckig mind. I should be working, but I'm not. I should be productive, but I'm not. I should be lots of things... but I'm not. I should have rememberd to swallow the matrix last night... but I forgot. So now I'm here and I will be writing you weird ass pointless shit that just Might make you worry about me. BUt that's okay, because no one reads this. So perhaps I'll make myself worry later on in life when I go back and read over this. Who knows.

So anyways, I was circling the drain that is the internet and came across an old friend... postsecret.

copyright postsecret
If this isn't true about myself... I don't know what is. In fact, I think I might order some MAC makeup from Macy's right now...

Anyways, I have no idea how to work blogger so now I'm pissesd. Oh and I really am off to Macy's.com to buy makeup. Peace!

13 Minutes to go... I wanna be sedated.

By the time this blog is written, it will be time to go. So if you are reaidng this now... I'm already gone. No, not in the Kelly Clarkson sense. More like the... bitch I'm out!

Today was... blah. Tomorrow will be... blah and the following day.... who knows. That's our christmas party so we shall see how that goes. I sai dI would bring potato casserole and cupcakes. WHY THE FUCK did I say that for?! Seriously? I'm going to devote my whole day to making this shit and I bet I'll fuck it up anyways.

Anywhoozle (yes, that one was for you Shark man), I am sleepy as frick and I wanna sleep but I also want to read and if possible, I would write. But I got nothing on the brain worth writing. Its all nonsense. Outrageous nonsense that would derail the plotline. Times like these are when I fuck up and start a new story which will ruin my chances of ever finishing the previous story.

Today Snarky ruined christmas. And by ruin christmas, I mean he ruined my damn cartoon drawing on our in/out board. He defiled my holly jolly snowman and santa. I was peeved, but liek always I said nothing. I just erased it when he was done and started over. I hate starting overm its never the same. Its irritating. Do I need to place a DO NOT TOUCH MY FUCKING CARTOON DRAWING! sign on there or something? Would writing that be too blunt? Would I get in touble? Would I care?

Do I care if I would care or do I not care and wish that I would care?

I'm in a total road block, writers block. I'm blocked. I need someone to write me a scene so that I can dissect it and make it my own and then say THANKS! I'm so fucking wrong. Its wrong how wrong I am. I also really really fucking want some cheese enchiladas from Carolinas but those bitches are mucho expensive. I'm out like a flame.

Peace.

Random Tuesday: Shit.

I have this thing where I’d like to like to blog. But I don’t. At least, not consistently. I blog in my head all the damn time but to actually sit down and hash it out? Nope. It hardly ever happens. I find myself more often than not wanting to find an outlet to express myself. Writing fanfiction isn’t really the way to go because the characters aren’t me. They’re them. Blogging is okay but like I said, consistently finding ideas to write about and elaborating on them? Hard to do.

So let’s start with this morning. I didn’t want to wake up. I slept in. Then I hauled ass. Juuuust like I do every morning. But when I got to work, I was sad that I started my day with a cup of shitty coffee. Have you ever had to start you shitty day off with a shitty cup of coffee? It not only makes your shitty day even shittier, but it makes THE REST of your fucking shitty day all the more shittier.

So that’s where I am right now. J