January 2009
24 posts
A handgun and a bottle of vodka
Will be the only thing to cure what ails me. Well, the only sure thing.
“most people respect the badge, everybody respects the gun.”
– Robert De Niro, Righteous Kill (2008)
Rollercoaster
I hate this rollercoaster im on. One minute im happy, the next I feel totally insecure. The next moment im completely relaxed then after that im completely convinced that im going to say or do something stupid and ruin the entire operation. Some people say this feeling is normal, I say “If this is normal, I miss being crazy!” But Rome wasn’t built in a day, right?
Life is hard
I swear....
I should never try new things. NEVER. It always turns out bad!!!!!
Not really. I’m just being melodramatic. That’s what I’m telling myself at least.
SIIIIGH
Late night
As I attempt to plow through this week’s assignments, I find myself confronted with a number of other thoughts and distractions that seem to conspire against my goals and by extension, me. First, thoughts of a boy. I won’t name this boy, but I think I like him. I can’t expound on that statement at the moment, but I know that much. But as sure as I am its true, I am just as sure...
cheerleader cool
To say that I’m happy this week is over would be the understatement to end all understatements. I hate when people that I’m not happy with are (to borrow a phrase from Amy Poehler) “all up in my bidness”. I know I have to go to class tomorrow and read an entire novel in one weekend this weekend, but it’s still better than having to come to work and be asked “Are...
dear diary
I really, really hate my boss. What a way to start out, huh? I don’t know what to do - if it was just as simple as me hating him, it would be one thing, but the fiery hatred is coupled with a burdensome disappointment that falls heavy on my soul like a fat lady on a wooden bench. I don’t know what to do…..I want to give him the finger and tell him what I only dream of screaming...