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[Visit Homepage]174 | You are viewing 13 entries [Total 13 Entries]29th January 20067:57pm: {all} sometimes it's scary when you don't even know who some of your friends are. When you hear one thing about them, and then see that they have done something totally opposite. It is quite I don't even know how to describe it...but it's like this: when you hear that they are avoiding someone because of a certain reputation that certain someone has due to them getting bored with someone that they would turn around and talk trash about others to ruin their reputation...the opposite being that they appear to be sucking up to the person.
I know from experience that it doesn't work. I know from experience that once you stop sucking up to that sort of person, you're made trash quicker than expired milk.
It's like a few fake that I know...one of which attempted to be nuetral but she just kept getting sucked into the lies...
I hate sounding like this, it makes me sound like a complete bitch which is what I'm betting a certain someone wants me to be, because obviously I must be since I was loyal and always there for their problems and they were the one going around spreading lies and fucking anyone that walked through their doors.
yes...I think i am still bitter.
27th January 200611:27pm: {all} I'm tired.
I hate being tired. I also hate how my coworkers have told me to "suck it up" when I talk about being in pain. It's not my fault when one of them drops a ladder against my arm and tells me to "walk it off" not even appologizing or seeing if I'm alright. My arm hurt for a while after that, a soda bottle against it only numbed it for so long. It's also not my fault when my ankled are bothering me. I wear a brace upon my right ankle so that I can work longer, and now I seem to have to wear one on my left because standing on it for too long makes it feel like a bone is jutting from it. Am I to blame when the pain killers have warn off? I shouldn't be. Shouldn't have to take pain killers in the first place just to work.
The other day I was fighting back tears because after a while it hurt to stand up, and the painkillers were wearing off. I made mention of it and a coworker told me to "suck it up." Right, let's see you suck it up when you feel as though someone's hammering ice picks through your ankles. Let's see if that makes you feel chipper and happy...
I had to spend a day at home today just to rest up my ankles...just so I could feel like I could walk again.
1st January 20061:23am: {all} Happy new year everyone.
15th December 20056:43am: {all} I'm getting tired of the psychological warfare that they're trying to attempt on me. I'm not talking about work, I'm talking about a certain set that seems to put it upon themselves that whenever someone's out of the limelight to create drama. Maybe it's just me getting worked up over something, but ever since I posted that image for Honeytail's contest, one of the minions has deemed it upon themselves that it was necessary to harass me about the image of a character that I created because part of the name has the same word as another person's character.
They need to just get a fucking life because I'm getting sick and fucking tired of this.
7th December 20056:37am: {all} I absolutely hate being sick.
It's one of those feeling pukey in the morning things...and before anyone says anything...I'm a virgin, so unless there's some sort of immaculate conception going on in my womb (i just had my period recently...) I ain't preggers. I always seem to get sick in the mornings, probably due to a lack of sleep...I'll have to try and get more sleep tonight, but I'm worried about my bro in spirit, so I may lose out on sleep to just be there for him.
Anyways...looks like Tums for breakfast.
25th November 200511:22pm: {all} It's going to be a frustrating holiday season.
Never mind the cat who is yowling behind me that is mine who is also growling at me due to her wanting to be fed for the second time this night.
Right, back to what I was trying to type...holiday frustrations.
I'm finding that there is a snowball effect from spraining my ankle this summer. I'm having more than a bit of a struggle paying my bills due to my job being quite slow at this point and just when I look forwards to having a bloody lot of hours (originally scheduled was a lot of days working in a warehouse doing inventory as well as a supermarket)...I only have the supermarket and the option to have the 2 rescheduled days over the weekend...next weekend. I'm probably going to have to bother my mom for money so that I can pay my car insurance...it's near $100 this month rather than the usual near $90 that it usually is. Whenever I have had a good couple of weeks I think, I'm able to pay my bills, I'm going to be good for a while...then it gets shot all to hell because of work...my job decided to become incorporated instead of being a family business which all screwed everything up.
Dammit...I hate the holiday season. Fucking RGIS with its fucking lack of hours...Oh it gives fucking hours to those who have fingers that can fly all over the fucking keyboards at lightning speed but to everyone else that are just mediocre they don't...just another bullshit corporate america thing...dammit all to fucking hell. Can't even pay bills when one has a fucking job. Can't stand the fucking stress this is bringing on.
20th November 200511:02pm: {all} I wonder when I start to question myself...and what I have become over the years.
Currently I feel like a hermit satisfied with a single portal to the world.
18th November 200511:35am: {all} Oh the irony that drunk duck would be down...*giggles* ah wells new site = funness.
http://af-9.smackjeeves.com/
probably killed them with my other prolific comic and whatnot...*giggles*
Harry Potter fweeee!
all this goofiness and can one believe i'm 27
Current Music: that weird buzzing in my ears...
14th November 200512:31pm: {all} I haven't been writing much here, though I don't write much anywhere it seems XP
Well the cause of one of my distractions was putting up a webcomic, and now actually having to do stuff for it so that I can remain a couple jumps ahead of it.
http://www.drunkduck.com/Annoyance_Factor_Nine/ if anyone's interested.
Ah wells, it's just quite peaceful today, getting to draw, though the only thing that sucks is that my work is slowing down for the year...right when I'm racked with bills and the need to do christmas stuff.
Current Music: Believing all under the sun and moon // But does Heaven know you're here? // And did they give you smiles or tears? ~Metallica, where the wild things are...
7th November 20055:58pm: {all} I really did have a purpose when I pressed the "Yes, of course i wanna write something here" button, of course any sort of inspriation seems to just fly out the back of my head...feels like Grim when he actually had a good dream.
So here I am hoping that something will fly out of my fingers as I type, waiting for the pizza guy to come. There are a lot of things that I seem to fear, and I have told them on many occassions.
There are times when I feel frustrated by those that I have known...the most recent exgirlfriend ( I have only had two in my life and they were quite longterm) having gone from tolerant of things to being a "OMG! Furriez are teh satan!" even though it was the furry fandom that had made her popular. Just another drama queen. Glad that I had gotten out of that one.
My cat is just yowling at me, she's gotten a lot more vocal since her brother (same litter) had to be put to sleep in August. Spot's become a pushy little girl (over 10 she is), and I think it was because of her that I developed TMJ (something to do with the jaw acting all weird) because i had gritted my teeth once too often. She's trying to suck up now, kneeding my side, she wants to be pet. She knows that I'm typing and she's purring, tryin to get me to pet her...I will in a little bit...there, I paused and pet her so all ya'll won't be able to grouch at me for not petting my kittybaby
With the TMJ, its a self diagnostic because of the "wonderful" healthcare system of the USA, I can't bloody afford to go to the doctor. hell, it took me about 3 months to heal my ankle from a sprain (if anyone went to anthrocon and saw a wheelchaired person with a purple hat...that was me) when the hosptial's ER doctor told me "Oh, it would only take one week to heal." ...yeah...right. I didn't even want to go to the hospital. I wanted my brother to go to a drugstore and get me an ace bandage for my ankle. I had enough of them in my life to know "Why gosh golly, it's the size of a grapefruit, why I think it must be sprained" I know that sprains mean Rest Ice Compression and Elevation.
Current Music: Paranoia paranoia everybody's coming to get me, just say you never met me...we'll run it up the flagpoll and see.
5th November 20051:22pm: {all} A little more freedom here methinks.
not really sure what else to say or think at the moment...and what a time to get writers block.
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