Cut & dry, like your grandma's bread.

#996

Lets keep this simple. I want a second job, and it's really not-so-awesome how much luck I am NOT having fulfilling that. I don't think it helps that I have a couple of strikes against me in terms of already working a full-time 8 to 5 job, and that since the economy went into the shitter, much like an elderly woman entering a porta-potty at a park, it isn't coming out of that for quite a time. Damn. But if you think about it, I am just one of how many millions of people in a similar predicament. Except they don't already have a job. Is it greedy I want to work more and could potentially be taking away an open job spot from someone who actually needs it more than I? The world is a terribly unfair and biased place. God bless America. (Ugh, nausea ensues.)

Why can't I just be a rep for Red Bull? We have such a good relationship, Red Bull and I. Red Bull fulfills my void of happiness and in turn I fulfill what it wants, me face-raping the can and drinking it oh-so-promptly x 3 or x 4 cans a day. I think I will start saving the cans I drink and will thus place myself in the record books as the girls that drank herself into a Red Bull induced coma. Joy.

A different time.

#997

There are a few not-so-awesome things today. To start off with, my monumental FAIL at writing frequently. It isn't even once weekly, it's almost once monthly. Tragic. Go fail-bree go!

Anyways,

I realized today that when I amp up for garage sales (which I tend to do in the summer on Saturday mornings) I particularly do not like when I head out, redbull in hand, music at a deafening decibel, only to come across sales engorged in children's clothing/toys/diapers/furniture/heads (not really)/etc.  That is the most successful waste of my time I could possibly venture into; searching out the sales, finding them, driving up to them....and there is the mountain of shiteous children's items. Ugh. Fuck. (Reference: this morning at 9 a.m.)

On to the next....

I've been at home contemplating that which passes through my brain...so pretty much everything. I was looking at two photos on the wall in my house and realized that A. it was a better time in life then, and B. I miss this day and wish I could re-live the feeling I had at 3 a.m. that very late night/early next morning over and over and over....

...don't you know that when you stand, you stand up for the both of us.