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Monday, August 31, 2009
Friday, August 28, 2009
I Think Emo Went For A Vacation
And I hope it never comes back.
My computer loves me too much. It refused to play just this one song, and in its place, I was forced to play Jyukai, so will you just stop asking me already? I don't know what I am trying to pickle here. I am obviously, and with good reason, not a bloody cook.
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I try to convince myself that my mom hadn't discovered some sort of chronic illness that will render her unable to nag me for the rest of my life. It also scares me terribly because I have attachment issues. Who else will be my resident nagger, my midnight stalker, my first-aid kit, my slumber-molester, my snore opera?
And apparently, paranoia came to visit.
My computer loves me too much. It refused to play just this one song, and in its place, I was forced to play Jyukai, so will you just stop asking me already? I don't know what I am trying to pickle here. I am obviously, and with good reason, not a bloody cook.
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I try to convince myself that my mom hadn't discovered some sort of chronic illness that will render her unable to nag me for the rest of my life. It also scares me terribly because I have attachment issues. Who else will be my resident nagger, my midnight stalker, my first-aid kit, my slumber-molester, my snore opera?
And apparently, paranoia came to visit.
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Ridiculous Beyond Human Comprehension
I have just one thing to say about bosses who bring the entire family reunion to their workplace.
This is undeniably the most ridiculous most unprofessional thing an employer can do, IT IS NOT FAMILY FUCKING DAY, you moronic imbecile.
You don't tayang the success of your clickety-clack-shoe-wearing three sperms every single day at work, you just don't.
This is undeniably the most ridiculous most unprofessional thing an employer can do, IT IS NOT FAMILY FUCKING DAY, you moronic imbecile.
You don't tayang the success of your clickety-clack-shoe-wearing three sperms every single day at work, you just don't.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Some Pieces Left
I thought I was kidding me. The inane ramblings totally skipped my mind. For a minute there, I was breathing inside this sphere. Some pieces left and some came back, there are some left.
I just remembered this sudden thing. That I have this song. When I do this thing, I hear this song. When I nestle. Or at least try. Seems about right now. Finally it's falling. Your song keeps me company sometimes. Sometimes I don't care for them but they haunt me. In a way.
Funny how a way and away mean almost two different things. If you're lost in a labyrinth of crypts and if you've exhausted all your means of escaping and just curl up in a ball and watch your life fade to a noise of whites and grays and escaping blacks. Funny, isn't it? Funnier how I like away more because a way pulled me back on a leash, its tug so degrading there is no mending it.
You and I, we will coat ourselves with hot tarmac and burn them down. I hope, at least. At least I'm pretty sure I'm in the right spot for that now.
I just remembered this sudden thing. That I have this song. When I do this thing, I hear this song. When I nestle. Or at least try. Seems about right now. Finally it's falling. Your song keeps me company sometimes. Sometimes I don't care for them but they haunt me. In a way.
Funny how a way and away mean almost two different things. If you're lost in a labyrinth of crypts and if you've exhausted all your means of escaping and just curl up in a ball and watch your life fade to a noise of whites and grays and escaping blacks. Funny, isn't it? Funnier how I like away more because a way pulled me back on a leash, its tug so degrading there is no mending it.
You and I, we will coat ourselves with hot tarmac and burn them down. I hope, at least. At least I'm pretty sure I'm in the right spot for that now.
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