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.

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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