The Legend of Mary Angry
What up dood,
I was wondering what happened to you. Sorry I didn't
answer my phone last night, I was with the "bf" and
trying to sleep since insomnia has been eating me
alive for the last few weeks. I'm exhausted ALL THE
TIME. And I think about steak too much. You probably
already knew this, but one of the effects from lasting
insomnia is memory loss, so I couldn't tell you if I
already told you this. Yeah.
I started my new job on Wednesday at this Physical
Therapy clinic. I hate it already and want to kill
myself. I basically make the same amount of money in 6
hours as I do in one when I train one person. It's
kind of worthless. Then again, I don't have many
clients so I guess I should not complain being that I
have a job at all, but being broke seems better than
being insane, so I think I may quit and look for a
different job elsewhere. Or go back to school. God I
don't know. It turns out I have the wrong personality
for the fitness industry, but apparently everyone and
their grandmother could have told me that since the
beginning. I had to find out the hard way I am a
cynical asshole who doesn't have the energy to pretend
everything is puppies and candycanes 24/7. I am
surprisingly unaware of myself at times. Just call me
Mary Obvious.
I feel you on the job situation though. I hope you can
find something else that is not nearly as aggravating.
I myself would probably file pee rather than staying
at yours or my current place of employment. Let's move
to Vegas and become managers of another payday advance
place. On our time off we can talk shit about our
still shitty jobs, and drink a lot. It'll be awesome
this time around because it will be in Vegas. Nothing
sucks in Vegas.
So this girl you met, she got arrested and shot at?
That is fucking hot. I wholeheartedly agree with
dating outlaws. Especially Myspace outlaws. Oh, and
people that cut their fingers off in the name of
metal. Never a dull moment, EVAR. They might be
strange in the head, but damn they are good in bed.
(Hey look it rhymed. I got skills to pay my bills yo
haha. Ok kill me now.) One of my friends has also
met some broad from myspace that is missing a few cans
from her 6-pack, but is supposedly crazy in the sack.
I guess they're in love. Haha no jk, actually he dumped
her because she's a fucking alcoholic (which is a lot
for any of us to say and have a problem with by any
means) but it was fun while it lasted. I speak as if I
was there. I wasn't. Just clarifying.
I guess that is all for now. I am off to go pick up a
care package from a friend consisting of somas and
morphine haha, you know, since I can't drink anymore
because I punch people in the face.
Like that'll stop me. I'm Mary Angry. haha.
Love you dood.
xoxoxo
Me
What up dood,
I was wondering what happened to you. Sorry I didn't
answer my phone last night, I was with the "bf" and
trying to sleep since insomnia has been eating me
alive for the last few weeks. I'm exhausted ALL THE
TIME. And I think about steak too much. You probably
already knew this, but one of the effects from lasting
insomnia is memory loss, so I couldn't tell you if I
already told you this. Yeah.
I started my new job on Wednesday at this Physical
Therapy clinic. I hate it already and want to kill
myself. I basically make the same amount of money in 6
hours as I do in one when I train one person. It's
kind of worthless. Then again, I don't have many
clients so I guess I should not complain being that I
have a job at all, but being broke seems better than
being insane, so I think I may quit and look for a
different job elsewhere. Or go back to school. God I
don't know. It turns out I have the wrong personality
for the fitness industry, but apparently everyone and
their grandmother could have told me that since the
beginning. I had to find out the hard way I am a
cynical asshole who doesn't have the energy to pretend
everything is puppies and candycanes 24/7. I am
surprisingly unaware of myself at times. Just call me
Mary Obvious.
I feel you on the job situation though. I hope you can
find something else that is not nearly as aggravating.
I myself would probably file pee rather than staying
at yours or my current place of employment. Let's move
to Vegas and become managers of another payday advance
place. On our time off we can talk shit about our
still shitty jobs, and drink a lot. It'll be awesome
this time around because it will be in Vegas. Nothing
sucks in Vegas.
So this girl you met, she got arrested and shot at?
That is fucking hot. I wholeheartedly agree with
dating outlaws. Especially Myspace outlaws. Oh, and
people that cut their fingers off in the name of
metal. Never a dull moment, EVAR. They might be
strange in the head, but damn they are good in bed.
(Hey look it rhymed. I got skills to pay my bills yo
haha. Ok kill me now.) One of my friends has also
met some broad from myspace that is missing a few cans
from her 6-pack, but is supposedly crazy in the sack.
I guess they're in love. Haha no jk, actually he dumped
her because she's a fucking alcoholic (which is a lot
for any of us to say and have a problem with by any
means) but it was fun while it lasted. I speak as if I
was there. I wasn't. Just clarifying.
I guess that is all for now. I am off to go pick up a
care package from a friend consisting of somas and
morphine haha, you know, since I can't drink anymore
because I punch people in the face.
Like that'll stop me. I'm Mary Angry. haha.
Love you dood.
xoxoxo
Me
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Ya know, I only sleep like 20 hours a week most of the time. I remember shit fine.
I assume that was actually someone who commented above me, and not you. SO I will leave the, tell them to fuck off on their page, but on a side note, vegas sucks to live in. You wouldn't want to go there.