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hollybrooke) wrote2006-12-04 09:32 am
hollybrooke) wrote2006-12-04 09:32 am
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motherFUCKER, it is cold outside!!!!!!
And so Mother Nature decides to say "FUCK YOU!" to the Chicagoland/Northwestern Indiana area with the usual blisteringly cold lake effect.
Times like this I wish I had the money and resources to move out west where the sun is shining and the air smells like warm root beer and the towels are oh so fluffy!, where the shriners and the lepers play their ukuleles all day long and anyone on the street will glady shave your back for a nickel! Wacka wacka doo doo yeah!
I've just been ruminating over a lot of crap this whole weekend. This is never a good time of year for me, and it's been really amplified with the fact that my birthday's looming over my head and I'm already starting to feel old. I've got a lot of material for a major rantfest, but I don't have the time or the energy to get into it. Maybe later tonight when I get home from school. All I know is this:
--I need to be paid way more than what I get at Blockbuster. I'm reaching the three-year mark with them and I am no more happier than I was three or so years ago at Spencer's. I'm getting jerked around like nuts.
--I don't know why the hell I'm even going back to school and trying to finish up my degree when it seems like Mom just wants to keep me cloistered at home to take care of her every beck and call. You'd think she'd want me to do something with my life other than be her fucking servant. And if I'm helping take care of her, then she needs to realize that she needs to treat me with a little more respect than what I get. I need a life of my own, for crying out loud.
Times like this I wish I had the money and resources to move out west where the sun is shining and the air smells like warm root beer and the towels are oh so fluffy!, where the shriners and the lepers play their ukuleles all day long and anyone on the street will glady shave your back for a nickel! Wacka wacka doo doo yeah!
I've just been ruminating over a lot of crap this whole weekend. This is never a good time of year for me, and it's been really amplified with the fact that my birthday's looming over my head and I'm already starting to feel old. I've got a lot of material for a major rantfest, but I don't have the time or the energy to get into it. Maybe later tonight when I get home from school. All I know is this:
--I need to be paid way more than what I get at Blockbuster. I'm reaching the three-year mark with them and I am no more happier than I was three or so years ago at Spencer's. I'm getting jerked around like nuts.
--I don't know why the hell I'm even going back to school and trying to finish up my degree when it seems like Mom just wants to keep me cloistered at home to take care of her every beck and call. You'd think she'd want me to do something with my life other than be her fucking servant. And if I'm helping take care of her, then she needs to realize that she needs to treat me with a little more respect than what I get. I need a life of my own, for crying out loud.