bad? it gets worse
the week continues. some days, it'd be better to just stay in bed...
breakfast was a handfull of painkillers. woke up, my body felt like I went 9 rounds with evander holifield (in the ring, unfortunately), knew there was no other choice and popped the pills.
there was a girl (not me) on the train who constantly muttered to herself (loonie alarm). she kept walking by saying stuff like "don't wanna carry this all around the place without having found a seat. go on, find a seat, yes, yes, looks like one, yes mutter-mutter-mutter". kinda scary when she also carries a rather big suitcase along. never know when one of those freak out and hit ya with the damn bag.
I thought it might be a good idea to go get some breakfast, so I went to the bakery around the corner from my office. I take the purchase to the cashier and the dumb bitch threw my change on the floor instead of simply handing it to me. she goes "oh sorry!" with a voice that means she isn't sorry at all and only wanted to annoy me. I answer "almost no problem, you slut."
got into office, booted up the PC, the first e-mail from goldeneye in over 6 weeks. I'm not on top of his priority list. was never. never will be. get it in your damn head, L'Orange. you're not even second choice.
it's not really the weather that gets me down. yeah, I start to get annoyed with the cold and the ice and the snow and the constant smell of wet dog everywhere. lately, it's more a feeling of can't-stand-anything-or-anyone. I'm distributing it fairly, though - I include myself.
went home, took a bathe. that's the highlight of my days lately. talked on the phone with my little brother and every third sentence started with D'OOOHHHH and every minute or so, I had to AARGGHHHH .
And then I rolled a joint and smoked it. and then I started to relax. I still hate this week, mind. I just don't have to think about it all the bloody time anymore.
nothing anyone can do. eventually, my mood will lighten up by itself. has to. will.
breakfast was a handfull of painkillers. woke up, my body felt like I went 9 rounds with evander holifield (in the ring, unfortunately), knew there was no other choice and popped the pills.
there was a girl (not me) on the train who constantly muttered to herself (loonie alarm). she kept walking by saying stuff like "don't wanna carry this all around the place without having found a seat. go on, find a seat, yes, yes, looks like one, yes mutter-mutter-mutter". kinda scary when she also carries a rather big suitcase along. never know when one of those freak out and hit ya with the damn bag.
I thought it might be a good idea to go get some breakfast, so I went to the bakery around the corner from my office. I take the purchase to the cashier and the dumb bitch threw my change on the floor instead of simply handing it to me. she goes "oh sorry!" with a voice that means she isn't sorry at all and only wanted to annoy me. I answer "almost no problem, you slut."
got into office, booted up the PC, the first e-mail from goldeneye in over 6 weeks. I'm not on top of his priority list. was never. never will be. get it in your damn head, L'Orange. you're not even second choice.
it's not really the weather that gets me down. yeah, I start to get annoyed with the cold and the ice and the snow and the constant smell of wet dog everywhere. lately, it's more a feeling of can't-stand-anything-or-anyone. I'm distributing it fairly, though - I include myself.
went home, took a bathe. that's the highlight of my days lately. talked on the phone with my little brother and every third sentence started with D'OOOHHHH and every minute or so, I had to AARGGHHHH .
And then I rolled a joint and smoked it. and then I started to relax. I still hate this week, mind. I just don't have to think about it all the bloody time anymore.
nothing anyone can do. eventually, my mood will lighten up by itself. has to. will.
posted by daria l'orange at 11:53 pm
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okay, i'll be posting silly jokes for you until you get better. or angrier, which is really better if you think about it. so here goes
"A man walked into a church, stepped into the confessional and said to the priest, "Father, I'm 80 years old, married, have four kids and 11 grandchildren, and last night I had an affair with two 19 year old girls. I made love with both of them... twice."
The priest said, "Well, my son, when was the last time you were in confession?"
"Never, Father, I'm Jewish."
"So why are you telling me?"
"I'm telling everybody."
(awful really :))
ahahahaha
:))))
that one's good :D
more, please!
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