Oh, Positivity, where have you gone?
It seems I've lapsed a bit. Oops. It happens, sometimes.
Too much stress makes for an unhappy ashley. It also makes for a fairly manic and snappy ashley. Me no likey. Neither does anyone else.
Suckness.
I cried lots last night. Thank [whoever] for Brian666, as he's a sanity-saver if I ever had one.
Speaking of Brian666, let's not forget that he and everyone's favorite tardo Drumzilla will be playing at the Keene Music Fest at nooooooon on saturday. Come out and play with us.
Gah. I'm preparing myself for the Pre Week From Hell, as I get to pull split shifts all week this week, methinks. That means 5am to 5pm, with a random four hours off mid-day. I will be useless by 2pm at the latest.
Meeting numero dos with El Lawyer-o tomorrow. Noon. Gah. This guy is a real tool, but he's supposedly one of the best at this game, so hopefully I don't end up too fucked at the end of all this...
My head = POUNDING.
My stomach = ANGRY.
My eyes = ABOUT TO BURST OUT OF MY SKULL.
My anxiety level = THROUGH THE ROOF.
My bank account = SEVERELY SMALL.
My car = GOING TO DIE UNLESS I GET IT SOME PM-LOVIN SOON!.
Anyway:
It's rat-cage-cleanin' time. And rattie bath time.
*sigh*
My boys are visibly shaken by their encounter with my mother and the loss of their cage-mates. I have no idea what she did to/with them, but they want nothing to do with her and hide in their box whenever they hear her voice now.
She says she did it because "some of them just weren't nice; they were nippy." Well...it happens when a) one is totally blind, and one is partially blind, and b) when you smell like chocolate all the time (she works at the Lindt Chocolate factory).
Asshat.
GAH!
Fuck her.
And while we're at it:
Fuck mediocrity.
Fuck going nowhere.
Fuck this game.
Fuck the pressure.
Fuck worrying.
Fuck 'can't.'
Fuck just getting by.
Fuck blending in.
Fuck playing nice.
Fuck everyone who thinks poorly of you.
Fuck everyone who's ever judged you.
Fuck everyone who thinks you'll fail.
Fuck failure.
FUCK OFF.
I'm bored with this game, and if things don't change soon, I'm going to fucking snap.
It seems I've lapsed a bit. Oops. It happens, sometimes.
Too much stress makes for an unhappy ashley. It also makes for a fairly manic and snappy ashley. Me no likey. Neither does anyone else.
Suckness.
I cried lots last night. Thank [whoever] for Brian666, as he's a sanity-saver if I ever had one.
Speaking of Brian666, let's not forget that he and everyone's favorite tardo Drumzilla will be playing at the Keene Music Fest at nooooooon on saturday. Come out and play with us.
Gah. I'm preparing myself for the Pre Week From Hell, as I get to pull split shifts all week this week, methinks. That means 5am to 5pm, with a random four hours off mid-day. I will be useless by 2pm at the latest.
Meeting numero dos with El Lawyer-o tomorrow. Noon. Gah. This guy is a real tool, but he's supposedly one of the best at this game, so hopefully I don't end up too fucked at the end of all this...
My head = POUNDING.
My stomach = ANGRY.
My eyes = ABOUT TO BURST OUT OF MY SKULL.
My anxiety level = THROUGH THE ROOF.
My bank account = SEVERELY SMALL.
My car = GOING TO DIE UNLESS I GET IT SOME PM-LOVIN SOON!.
Anyway:
It's rat-cage-cleanin' time. And rattie bath time.
*sigh*
My boys are visibly shaken by their encounter with my mother and the loss of their cage-mates. I have no idea what she did to/with them, but they want nothing to do with her and hide in their box whenever they hear her voice now.
She says she did it because "some of them just weren't nice; they were nippy." Well...it happens when a) one is totally blind, and one is partially blind, and b) when you smell like chocolate all the time (she works at the Lindt Chocolate factory).
Asshat.
GAH!
Fuck her.
And while we're at it:
Fuck mediocrity.
Fuck going nowhere.
Fuck this game.
Fuck the pressure.
Fuck worrying.
Fuck 'can't.'
Fuck just getting by.
Fuck blending in.
Fuck playing nice.
Fuck everyone who thinks poorly of you.
Fuck everyone who's ever judged you.
Fuck everyone who thinks you'll fail.
Fuck failure.
FUCK OFF.
I'm bored with this game, and if things don't change soon, I'm going to fucking snap.
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grimmygrimm:
*hug*
stretchnugs:
LMFAO Dude that comment you left me made me laugh lots. That was fucking awesome. But no I'm not Swamp Thing...it's kinda too bad cause he gets all the ladies. 
But yup I'm good...even though you woke me up this morning. 
Nah but it was cool to talk to you. But anyway I'm out this bitch like a fat kid in dodge ball.
But yup I'm good...even though you woke me up this morning. Nah but it was cool to talk to you. But anyway I'm out this bitch like a fat kid in dodge ball.