its like a kick in the shin. my mood affects my work more than i thought. kick in the shin. how grateful am i? i'm going to start looking for a new job, such a team player. i must make more money than this. must. and i wanted a pb&j sandwich but the bread is moldy. and i thought i wanted mozzarella sticks, but i'm...
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so i've tried to say what i'm thinking and then i tried to not say what i'm thinking and then i said the opposite of what i think and it all is just too much. i can't convey anything properly. so there is that. wondrous mini-tantrum, i feel better, not as good as i could, but at least better than 10 seconds ago. so how...
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i really don't have anything to bitch about today, it was alright. i feel like i do a lot of bitching, those who read this probably do too. god, how can she be so miserable? i'm not miserable, just neurotic and half crazed. there is a difference. work was fine, made money, cleaned up, went home, standard. took a nap, slept for almost three hours,...
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shobu:
Hehe sounds like my days off over here. Get up have a sode, play online, take a nap, play online, go to bed 
you can have him, i don't want him anymore. it's like one of those lovely estate auctions that happens after someone dies. take him away, leave not a single piece it will do me no good to keep it around a second longer. and nothing helps, i still feel the same, but different in that the fire has gone out of it. the anger and...
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i tried so hard just to get through to you... and that's the way it goes, you know? so what do you do? give up on the wasted day, let go, go back to bed, abandon the project. yes. that is what you do. and you smile because everything has gone so far south that at least it can't possibly get any worse. and that...
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hooray for throwing off my sleeping pattern and covering myself in pizza sauce! that is all i have done today. work, nap, drop pizza on self. highly productive shit. and i was a whiny little fuck at work too, not to anyone, but in my head i bitched every time i had to move. the side salad is cruel and unusual work for someone who...
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braddropout:
I'm getting that repetitive feeling from life also. work all week, get fucked up at the weekend, rise repeat. I'm reading book at the mo - "YES MAN" by danny walace. A true account of one man who decided to say yes to everything. very funny read, . could you go a whoe day saying yes to everything, but If you say yes you have to do it, eg, someone really boring invites you round for dinner. you HAVE to go. that is the power of the yes. Try it, even for just one day. see what happens. it may put a spark into that otherwise dull and unintresting day.
OH yeah, it wouldn't be you if you kept it shut. keep talkin good lookin.
OH yeah, it wouldn't be you if you kept it shut. keep talkin good lookin.
when you have a lot of time alone with your thoughts you begin to wonder how valid they are. i get to a certain point in thinking where i just can't anymore. i know that makes me sound dumb, but it's the truth. a person can only go over the same thing so many times before shut down is vital to continued existance. i feel...
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to say that i was upset thirty minutes ago is to say that the hot springs are tepid. to look completely past the title and say your judgement of a lesser temperature was somehow more accurate. i heard weezer's "perfect situation" in the car on my way to work, cranked it, and once parked mashed the side of my face against the steering wheel until...
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hello lukewarm can of coke, i have missed you. work was work, bitch to the man and all that rot. i've been trying to talk to the customers bescause they don't relate to me in the same way they relate to the other waitresses, and thus my pocket is slightly less lined. like the varying degrees of padding in a victorias secret bra. i am...
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Chalk this one up to a general feeling of hopelessnes, because i'm tired like usual and bored like ususal and my guilt keeps me from moving around a whole lot. like a depressed snail, i should have my own comic strip, me and my sad little sail companion that doubles as a metaphor for my fragile ego. we wouldn't do much, but maybe it would...
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