This delirium looks good on me... just my shade of crazy.
Work is pretty random as is, but in my sleep deprived state, it managed to be all the more entertaining and at times rather annoying. Some of the entertainment included me singing "rice rice baby. dun dun dun dundundun" and I slipped into an Indiana Jones fantasy whilst humming the theme. I've been singing all fucking day... thinking about starting a lounge act... which makes me think of Richard Cheese <3.... and how I'd fuck Jessica Rabbit until all the color drained from her. Ahh, the tangents of a lost mind. Oh, and there was this cute elderly Asian man who was wearing his hat sideways and had his pans up to his waist with his underwear managing to peek out... he may be the ORIGINAL OG... he was also walking with a swagger, but that may have been due to his age.
I love it when people take their anger and frustration out on me at work... NOT! I've been dubbed the fucking customer service superstar for going above and beyond... wayy beyond my job description... today was especially hard to keep up this false visage. Fucking cunts trying to tell me how I need to do my fucking job. and essentially blaming me for their plights.... I'm sorry, but you're fucking idiots... literacy is a marvelous thing and I'm soooo fucking sorry you can't join the party. Throughout the entire situation, the only thought running tirelessly through my mind was, "you fucking cunt nuggets are soo fucking lucky I'm in uniform." Bit my lip and drew crimson. My blood boiled, my heart raced and I wanted nothing more than to claw them to shreds. It really doesn't help that I'm a fucking firecracker with a lot of pent up frustrastion (being German/Irish doesn't help this either).
FUUCK I need a good metal show... get my frustrations out. I will need to bring a change of underwear, though. Double bass and guitar solos get me wet (quite the understatement... it's like the fucking nile). Now that I think of it, I should bring extra underoos to the tattoo convention tomorrow. Mmmmmm.
& I can't believe how after an hour and a half of sex last night, I still couldn't sleep. I thought sex cured all. Would've helped if he knew how to be rough with me. le sigh. Oh well, tomorrow is a new day filled with delicious tattooed possibilities.
Work is pretty random as is, but in my sleep deprived state, it managed to be all the more entertaining and at times rather annoying. Some of the entertainment included me singing "rice rice baby. dun dun dun dundundun" and I slipped into an Indiana Jones fantasy whilst humming the theme. I've been singing all fucking day... thinking about starting a lounge act... which makes me think of Richard Cheese <3.... and how I'd fuck Jessica Rabbit until all the color drained from her. Ahh, the tangents of a lost mind. Oh, and there was this cute elderly Asian man who was wearing his hat sideways and had his pans up to his waist with his underwear managing to peek out... he may be the ORIGINAL OG... he was also walking with a swagger, but that may have been due to his age.
I love it when people take their anger and frustration out on me at work... NOT! I've been dubbed the fucking customer service superstar for going above and beyond... wayy beyond my job description... today was especially hard to keep up this false visage. Fucking cunts trying to tell me how I need to do my fucking job. and essentially blaming me for their plights.... I'm sorry, but you're fucking idiots... literacy is a marvelous thing and I'm soooo fucking sorry you can't join the party. Throughout the entire situation, the only thought running tirelessly through my mind was, "you fucking cunt nuggets are soo fucking lucky I'm in uniform." Bit my lip and drew crimson. My blood boiled, my heart raced and I wanted nothing more than to claw them to shreds. It really doesn't help that I'm a fucking firecracker with a lot of pent up frustrastion (being German/Irish doesn't help this either).
FUUCK I need a good metal show... get my frustrations out. I will need to bring a change of underwear, though. Double bass and guitar solos get me wet (quite the understatement... it's like the fucking nile). Now that I think of it, I should bring extra underoos to the tattoo convention tomorrow. Mmmmmm.
& I can't believe how after an hour and a half of sex last night, I still couldn't sleep. I thought sex cured all. Would've helped if he knew how to be rough with me. le sigh. Oh well, tomorrow is a new day filled with delicious tattooed possibilities.
good to know... that might explain mine