I Am No Smart Cookie.

We all have our days where retardation takes over and then you finally realize...Oh shit! My bad!

Maybe its the millions (well not millions but it's a lot!) of medication I'm taking, or temporary insanity cause by stress.  Whatever it is....I'm losing my mind and now I feel like a tard face.

Seriously. How the crap ola did I mistake the 12th for the 10th?  It's on all on my hospital paperwork!!  In any case, because of it now I get to drop in at work tomorrow and try and get my schedule fixed.  I'm sure it's no BIG deal...But still a hassle.

AND I also have to admit to my boss that I'm an idiot. But I'm sure he already knows that....

BUT at least I caught it soon?? How much of an ass would I be if I showed up to the clinic and they're like...."Um your scheduled for Thursday."

Whatever....I'll just blame it on the fact that I don't have blood circulating in my brain.  Therefore I am not thinking correctly or able to remember anything.

Sounds like a good plan.  See I can be a smart cookie sometimes.

Sometimes.

Living in a Motel Doesn't Sound Half Bad At This Moment.

I fucking hate people. And I fucking hate this stupid house I'm living in. I REALLY think that living in a motel is my best option to leave like RIGHT FUCKING NOW.

Fuck you assholes. Apparently I have never done anything for you. Yup, because all those thousands of dollars I gave you, all that food I bought for you, all the shit I've had to listen to you say wasn't anything at all.

And the MOMENT I finally open my mouth to say something...I'm the one that's lazy, self centered, and whiny.

I've kept food on the table. I cleaned up after you.  I actually gave a damn.

But here is a big FUCK YOU.  I'm done. Even if I have to live on the streets to get away from you.  Living under a bridge is better then living under the same roof as you.

Downhill.

I don't know what it is with today. I've been trying to stay positive and cheery and happy and stuff all day and shit keeps getting thrown at me and its making me a tad bit irritated.

First it was work. It always starts with work.  One of the shelves were broken, and of course I was told to fix it.  Well, after about 30 mins I just got so frustrated I ask my boss for help.  Well, dude just told me to be smarter than the shelf and just figure it out.

Well the teeth on the damn thing was stripped to hell and I just told him that he should see if he can fix it.  Took him about 20 mins fiddling with the damn thing and just told be to replace the side thingy.....See. It wasn't because of me was the reason why the shelf wouldn't stay on the damn wall. It was the shelf itself. >_<

Then because of that fiasco and also having to change out a display....I was like an hour behind on everything I was suppose to do.  And because I work with FANTASTIC people....I kept getting harassed.

And not to mention I haven't been able to get off work on time all week.

But still, I tried to look at the bright side and by the time I got off and went outside I was happy!  The sun was out.  It was nice and warm with a slight breeze....I got home and just sat in my car for a good 20 mins before I actually went inside.

I really hate coming home.  I get yelled at for dumb shit, everyone bugs me, people ask me stupid questions that have obvious answers. And not to mention I hate almost everyone who lives in this house.

So its only been about two hours since I got home and I want to shoot myself in the eye.  Yay me.

Why can't life be butterflies and fucking rainbows??? 

Silky Smooth!

Ever feel accomplished just because you FINALLY shaved your legs??

That's me right now. I have been so lazy about it since I got out of the hospital, but since it was so warm and it was basically sundress weather. I figured it was time to shave.

So to all those guys out there....All the girls are going to be all nice and silky smooth. Do them a favor and SHAVE.  That man mane has got to go. Seriously.

Because I like making out with a freaking porcupine. >_<

Mmm....So attractive. =P

Better Days.

Last week was dreadful.  I got a "warning" for my performance and work, went to the ER, ended up getting admitted into the hospital for severe case of anemia, went BACK to work and was told that basically even though I was sick (to the point that I was in the hospital too) that was no excuse for my previous poor performance EVEN though it was the reason for it.

Well, this week...I basically kicked ass at work (goes to show that 4 blood transfusions really gives you that extra kick you need ;] ), Got to meet The Used, got to meet and SEE Grouplove, hung out with my friends, and went to the bar AND DIDN'T DRINK ANYTHING BUT WATER!!! (OMFG!! RIGHT??)

But I'm pretty happy now.  I know its not going to last very long, I still have a lot of medical testing that needs to be done to find the root case of my illness.

But I know I have great things ahead of me.


 

Goes to show you have good times are to be cherished.  And memories are made by having fun.  =]

I Drive Myself Crazy

I set myself up for disaster like every other day.  And I can't help but feel like I have no control over it.  It's OK though, I suppose.

I guess things could be worse.

Like I could be in love with a guy that I can't read........Oh wait.

MASTER PLAN!!!!

So I have this plan to take over the world. BUT I can't tell you what it is.

HOWEVER I can give you a little hinty hint! ^_^



Brilliant I know.