And Now For Something Completely Different:
i feel so used, and not at all in a good way. truth be told, i now it's been a long time since someone gave a shit about me, but to basicly tell me that, while i am over qualified-at times way too good at my job-and not to mention at times way too understanding, i was bullshitted today about my position. i can't do anything, i can't go any higher or in reality any where. i have no reason to go to work, i have truly lost the last good (alright "semi-ok") reason to wake up in the morning. it's a damn good thing i'm going to Denver in a week because i don't think i can put up with this shit for much longer. bull shit pay, bull shit work, and bull shit people, why do i do it? my masicism could have something to do with it. why bother getting pissed about it? or Pissed drunk over it? nothing is ever going to solve my problem, with the notable exception of one.
i need to get out of CT, not just on vacation. so here's the plan: go to Denver, listen to the Bob and Sam "This is why you should move to Denver" pitch, come home, look at options, have breakdown, pack up and move to one of three locations: Denver, Boston, or Philly.
or i could stay here. live with my mother, and collect stamps of interesting places, after a few years die of a massive brain hemrage during one of my near hourly masterbation sessions. (yes i will be cutting down) seems like a plan.
Notes:
1: i hate people (not news, but i think i should share)
2: Tanya (the waitress at the grill) has a boyfriend. while not a mental condition, still sucks. she's real cute and plays video games, i need to "put it in her", i also want to put it in Faith (another waitress) but that's for two reasons: 1-she's hot, 2-i have a need to defile anything to do with religon (it why i like nun porn)
3: the big bull dyke (cheryl) has stopped sitting with me at the grill, a minor victory i know but i do lead a pretty sad life.
4: i'll be seeing you, in all the old familiar places, ....ok so i don't know the rest of the lines like i should but in short, i'm going to Denver and you're not...unless you're there, then you are slightly better than me, by a whole lot. if you pulled out a chart and showed you on the bottem as the base, i woudn't even be on the chart, you would need to add another (slightly smaller chart, not too big) with a picture of me, holding a dead flower and trying to muster a smile, as i would be alone seeing just how sad i truly am. so sad that my only company would be a dead flower, which i would name Harold, after the star of Stripes and Ghostbusters, because he looks kind of like a dead flower. by the way, he would be on the chart as well, just with the chart you're on because i would be alone finding new levels of sad. wow, i think i just found a new one.
i feel so used, and not at all in a good way. truth be told, i now it's been a long time since someone gave a shit about me, but to basicly tell me that, while i am over qualified-at times way too good at my job-and not to mention at times way too understanding, i was bullshitted today about my position. i can't do anything, i can't go any higher or in reality any where. i have no reason to go to work, i have truly lost the last good (alright "semi-ok") reason to wake up in the morning. it's a damn good thing i'm going to Denver in a week because i don't think i can put up with this shit for much longer. bull shit pay, bull shit work, and bull shit people, why do i do it? my masicism could have something to do with it. why bother getting pissed about it? or Pissed drunk over it? nothing is ever going to solve my problem, with the notable exception of one.
i need to get out of CT, not just on vacation. so here's the plan: go to Denver, listen to the Bob and Sam "This is why you should move to Denver" pitch, come home, look at options, have breakdown, pack up and move to one of three locations: Denver, Boston, or Philly.
or i could stay here. live with my mother, and collect stamps of interesting places, after a few years die of a massive brain hemrage during one of my near hourly masterbation sessions. (yes i will be cutting down) seems like a plan.
Notes:
1: i hate people (not news, but i think i should share)
2: Tanya (the waitress at the grill) has a boyfriend. while not a mental condition, still sucks. she's real cute and plays video games, i need to "put it in her", i also want to put it in Faith (another waitress) but that's for two reasons: 1-she's hot, 2-i have a need to defile anything to do with religon (it why i like nun porn)
3: the big bull dyke (cheryl) has stopped sitting with me at the grill, a minor victory i know but i do lead a pretty sad life.
4: i'll be seeing you, in all the old familiar places, ....ok so i don't know the rest of the lines like i should but in short, i'm going to Denver and you're not...unless you're there, then you are slightly better than me, by a whole lot. if you pulled out a chart and showed you on the bottem as the base, i woudn't even be on the chart, you would need to add another (slightly smaller chart, not too big) with a picture of me, holding a dead flower and trying to muster a smile, as i would be alone seeing just how sad i truly am. so sad that my only company would be a dead flower, which i would name Harold, after the star of Stripes and Ghostbusters, because he looks kind of like a dead flower. by the way, he would be on the chart as well, just with the chart you're on because i would be alone finding new levels of sad. wow, i think i just found a new one.
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p.s. bang bang theropy while you're here. pat reloaded a couple thousand rounds...and got a new shot gun.
And, I don't think that Denver with boB and Sam would be too horrible, in the long run. Maybe you need a change, and Denver could be that place!