The "real world" sucks. Not the TV show, but being an independent in the working world. It just sucks. I remember back when I was still in college how my life seemed so straightened out and carefree, and yet I was way more wreckless.
Work sucks and the people I work with are idiots. Today I sliced my finger open with a razor by accident. Now as the razor hits my hand, I slip my hand back in shock. I exclaim, "SHIT!" I examine the wound, and hear the first coworker (both of them saw everything that happened.) say, "Shit dude, why'd you do that?" What the fuck? I'm sorry, but if you think me almost taking the top of my finger off...intentional?...well, you're sadly mistaken. Whatever. But then immediately after, the second coworker goes, "Yeah..." in a manner that suggests he agrees with coworker #1 that me ACCIDENTALLY cutting myself was some sort of horrible suicide attempt. grrrrr.... Whatever. Maybe my reaction was a little over the top, but this was at around 3:45PM and I hadn't had a cigarette all day, so my temper was not to be messed with..haha
Anyway...
I love zombies. I don't know what it is, but it's like an obsession or something. I know too that if you love zombies as well, you already have a well thought out plan of survival for when the outbreak really happens...but that's for another blog...
ermmm...
Sorry, my friend just sent me a link to the trailer for Zombieland...kind of made me want to let everytone know about me and my zombie love....movie looks like a good one.
Edit: Embedding disabled...grrrrr....
Summer's been cool and I don't want it to end just yet, but I am looking forward to fall. I feel like all of my past summers have had some big bang finale...like something that I would associate as being the "last call" for summer. Fall, though. Fall is my favorite season. Something about the scent of dead leaves is so nostalgic to me. That scent, mixed with a cold breeze on a fall night, while staying warm in a hoody, to me, is probably one of the closest things to bliss that I've experienced.
Truffles out...
Work sucks and the people I work with are idiots. Today I sliced my finger open with a razor by accident. Now as the razor hits my hand, I slip my hand back in shock. I exclaim, "SHIT!" I examine the wound, and hear the first coworker (both of them saw everything that happened.) say, "Shit dude, why'd you do that?" What the fuck? I'm sorry, but if you think me almost taking the top of my finger off...intentional?...well, you're sadly mistaken. Whatever. But then immediately after, the second coworker goes, "Yeah..." in a manner that suggests he agrees with coworker #1 that me ACCIDENTALLY cutting myself was some sort of horrible suicide attempt. grrrrr.... Whatever. Maybe my reaction was a little over the top, but this was at around 3:45PM and I hadn't had a cigarette all day, so my temper was not to be messed with..haha
Anyway...
I love zombies. I don't know what it is, but it's like an obsession or something. I know too that if you love zombies as well, you already have a well thought out plan of survival for when the outbreak really happens...but that's for another blog...
ermmm...
Sorry, my friend just sent me a link to the trailer for Zombieland...kind of made me want to let everytone know about me and my zombie love....movie looks like a good one.
Edit: Embedding disabled...grrrrr....
Summer's been cool and I don't want it to end just yet, but I am looking forward to fall. I feel like all of my past summers have had some big bang finale...like something that I would associate as being the "last call" for summer. Fall, though. Fall is my favorite season. Something about the scent of dead leaves is so nostalgic to me. That scent, mixed with a cold breeze on a fall night, while staying warm in a hoody, to me, is probably one of the closest things to bliss that I've experienced.
Truffles out...
niobe:
I hope your finger is okay. Where exactly do you work that you are playing with razors?
saraberri:
yea, that's why i go to the gym. zombies. that's also why my self improvement binge includes learning martial arts and shooting handguns.