the girl mixed up with a street

Bless Yer Little Heart

I dreamt the other night my tormentor was coming to work with us (me). For some reason in the dream I was really, really happy about this. Dream Self... you're an idiot. I don't want this person in my life, period; but, somehow she keeps weasling her way back in. No one wants you around and at least she's starting to realise that much. The day I finally get her out of my life, well, I don't care what she does. She's a horrible person. Maybe we're all horrible people, but she's one of the worst.

For now, I"m just going to take solitude in the fact that I can ignore phone calls and whatnot. FUN TIMES WERE HAD BY ALL. So, what's up with you guys? Long time no see, eh?

Nonsense in a Can

I really enjoy driving all the way downtown to attend traffic court only to have them close the remaining courts after I've been sitting there for 20 minutes purplemonkeydishwasher.  You totally could have closed them all at the same time, i.e. friggin' this morning before I left the house; but, nooo, that would have been too easy.  Eh, whatever.  Now, I get to wait for another nifty letter in the mail informing me that YET AGAIN the date has been changed.

Look, City of The One I Live In...  it takes all the energy and courage I can muster up to even go outside to check my mail.  Do you know how much it takes to drive downtown and walk into the "justice center" and wait to go before a judge just to prove something.  Add on the fact they really don't give a shit and it's just annoying.  Taxes my poor little being, ha ha.

I've been annoyed all day.  I don't have to go to work tomorrow (oh Saturday, shut up), but one of my coworkers really wants me to, so we can get something caught back up.  I didn't un-catch-it-up, so I'm not really feeling bad about not wanting to go in.  I'm tired of looking at you people.  Let me just sit at home & watch soccer and catch up on housely duties and ignore my roommate.  Seriously, I'm tired.

More Snow, please!

Merry Christmas to all of you who celebrate it.  It's 8PM here, so I'm a little late; but, whatever.  ha ha!  It's the thought, damn it.

Speaking of Xmas, I had dinner with my family last night.  It was fairly uneventful for once.  Though, I do have to say that if my mother ever shows up not drunk, I'll die of shock.  If you can't stand us that much, feel free to not come and someone'll swing by and pick up the half-brother.  No one would miss you, really.  The mood's a lot better when there's not a bitter, old Negative Nancy around.

Eh, fuck it.  My grandpa was in town and that's all that matters.  Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna take my slack-ass and continue hanging around in my PJs.  Monkey pyjamas FTW!  (And I may also continue eating candy.  Thanks, Jesus!)

Timebomb

This entire past month is a testimonial to why I don't plan on doing things.  Ever.  I can plan things until I'm blue in the face, but I just don't have the willpower or motivation to get them done.  I was going to do so many things & get so much crap done during my forced vacation; but, really, I've done fuck-all except drink shitloads of coffee and watch shitloads of football.  In between that I've slept, farted around on the internet, spent money I probably shouldn't have, and drank beer.

(I also got a speeding ticket, shhhh....)

Now, here I sit, 3 days until the end.  Oh well...

Turkey lurkey dee

Ah, a holiday. When I'm forced to trudge my ungrateful ass to a relative's house and play nice for a few hours. Today, I get to trek across town to my mother's and sit on my hands. I suppose I don't HAVE to go, but no, no... you HAVE to do stuff in my mother's world, ha ha!

Biting my tongue for a few hours in preferable to listening to the inevitable whinging that will follow for the next few weeks, months, yearsomgwut. Whatever, I'm not bitching too much. I can always leave. That's what I tell myself. That's what gets us through.

WE CAN ALWAYS LEAVE. Families who like each other weird me out, lol.



*I made that image years ago and I will continue to trot that bastard out every year until I get sick of it. Which isn't likely to be any time soon, ha!

Sorry, I Wasn't Listening

The Roommate: "Have a good day at work."

Streets McGee: "I won't, but thanks."

AND I TOTALLY WAS UNTIL ABOUT 2:30PM (yesterday).  That's when me & three other people were called upstairs and laid-off until December 6th.  Total balls, man.  It was going to be such a good week.  I had it pictured in my head.  I was going to ignore the idiots and go about my business, and just say "fuck the world."  So, now... I'm at home.

Today was so friggin' boring.  ha ha!  I was so antsy, but I didn't want to leave the house because I couldn't think of anything to go do.  Driving around aimlessly didn't sound very appealing.  I couldn't even do housework because The Roommate and his girlfriend went on a cleaning spree on Sunday.  Well, no, I did a load of dishes and vaccumed about four dogs out from behind my dresser.  Other than that, I drank my weight in iced tea and ate way too much pasta.

Maybe tomorrow I'll do something.  Maybe I'll throw myself a pity party and look for a new job.  Or maybe I'll just sit here and count down the days until I can go back to my current one.  CONUNDRUUUUUM! dun dun duuuuuun.

Maybe I should lay off the caffeine, ha ha!

Wrong Turn at Albuquerque

Every day (every. day. Instead of working, lol) I write out lists of things I need to accomplish. Never anything extravagant, like running away with my nonexistent pool-boy to some far away land, or anything. But, easy things, like vacuum before the dustballs become sentient; or a little hard, like find a new job BEFORE I MURDER THESE EEJITS. You know... crazy stuff like that. Do I ever accomplish any of them?

Hell no.

Well, no I take that back, I do the dishes. Vacuuming still needs to be done, I hear rumblings coming from the corners of the house. Job thing will be harder to accomplish & I don't have access to firearms, so my coworkers are safe for another day.

(Disclaimer: would not actually shoot any of my coworkers. Except maybe that one guy, who totally has it coming. ha! No, but seriously...)

I didn't accomplish a damn thing I wanted last weekend, other than watching football (Go Gunners!) and my latest treasure from Netflix. This weekend isn't shaping up to be any better, other than on the football front (allow me to reiterate, Go Gunners!) Plus, it's Halloween. So, yeah.

Maybe I should just learn how to say 'no.' Sh'yeah, and monkeys might fly outta my butt.

C'est Chic

I used to get out and wander all around the city, all day long.  Eating lunch in the car on the way to the next unknown destination.  Sticking out like a sore thumb every time.

Somewhere along the way, I became a hermit.  ha ha!  I suppose anxiety got the better of me.  Damn you!  Then my intense hatred of driving got a little more... wait for it... intense!  :)

Yeah, anyway... I have a new goal.  I'm going to get out and drive around like I used to, at least once a week.  Saturday or Sunday; during the week is no good.  Work likes to suck my will to live, leaving me a shriveled up, mangy carcass moaning on the couch.  ha!

Don't have to go anywhere special.  Hell, don't even have to get out of the car.  Don't take familiar routes.  Most important, DON'T FREAK OUT.  Seriously, you know how you are!

What's All This, Then?

I've been having three-day weekends for the past couple of months, but this particular one ending is really pissing me off.  ha ha!  Maybe because I didn't do ANYTHING I was planning on doing this weekend (thanks beer!) or maybe I'm just tired of having to deal with jackasses all day every day.  It gets a little tiresome and agitating.  Not to mention that I'm going to have to turn one of my coworkers in for sexual harassment.  Seriously, dude... you've crossed that line.  My line is probably a little further away than some peoples', but you've invaded my territory and I'm going to have to wage war.

1. You're being creepy.
2. You're married.
3. I can get way better dudes than you. (hi, I'm childish! ha ha!)
4. Fuck off and die.

I don't know.  Whatever.  I'm not even quite sure why I started this blog. (I was importing ye olde Vox blog, for some dumbass reason.)  I have one already that is perfectly fine, other than it may be just a little too public and my sister-in-law reads it.  I don't mind, but... yeah, I don't know where I'm going with that.  I'm a tad hopped up on caffeine and trying not to think about having to wake up at 5AM.

Back to the Land of Eejits and Their Raging Stupidity.  Fun times, yo!  Fun times!