Clean clean clean!

I hate work.

I hate work.

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Customers are very very bad people. They all want something, they want it now, and no one else in the WORLD matters to them.

Bad managers don't help any, either. Man, I can't wait. Only like three weeks to go!!

You are a little unstable, always needing to still
make sure your friend is still your friend.
Don't worry, if you are friendly with them, you
will still be their friend! :) Cheer up.

God, when will it be over?! Jesus Christ this is crazy. I can't trust you.

Check out my handy work: http://eclecticblue.blogdrive.com

I'm kindof proud of it.

Advice to anyone that cares: Never work for a corporation. Well, I shouldn't say that. Never work for Big5. They're not very godo to their employees. This weekend we have the district manager comming in, too. That doesn't make me very happy. Every time he comes in, we get yelled at for stupid things -- "Why is this football over here?!" "The socks arn't in order!" "I kick puppies!!" things like that.

What does 'be yourself' really mean? Be your own person? How can you be different from everyone else when you're inately the same. I'll tell you how. Put up a barrier and paint it with a portrait of how you portray yourself even if you don't think that you really are like that. What else is 'a different person' then the idea that person has on projecting their image to the rest of the world?

I shouldn't say that, though. People can be different based on their morals. But does that make them different then the rest of us? Hmmm . . .

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If I were a chick . . .

-Perfect- You're the perfect girlfriend. Which
means you're rare or that you cheated :P You're
the kind of chick that can hang out with your
boyfriend's friends and be silly. You don't
care about presents or about going to fancy
placed. Hell, just hang out. You're just happy
being around your boyfriend.

 

Hmmm . . .

What about me?

What about my problems?

What about my pains?

What about my struggles?

What about my hardship?

What about I think?

What about my trust?

What about me?



All I want to hear is "I'm different. I've changed. Please let me help you understand because I know you can't do it on your own right now."














I can't sleep. Again.

Why do I only feel like writing when I'm depressed? I wish that I could write something positive and uplifting . . .

Have you ever been so scared of something that you feel sick?

I have. I am. I don't want to do anything or go anywhere. I just want to sit. I want her to come home so badly it makes me want to cry . . .

atlast.

Wow. I'm glad to be back, but I'm kinda tired of sitting.

Man, don't you hate it when you're really really excited to do something but then it doesn't work out? I hate that so much . . . it kinda makes you hollow inside.

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Category XI - The
Quidnunc
Though you don't fit in, and your social graces are
sometimes lacking, people like you because you
have all the information. Now, who won the
Nobel Peace Prize in 1952?

Wow.

Just wow.

Why can't things be like they were two weeks ago?

I know you don't read this, Melissa.

*digs hole*

*climbs into it*

*covers hole*