GOTD: Relationships, i want one but dont have one. Ah this urge will pass tomorrow, it always does. really i want total control of my hormonal balance to alleciate these types of things from happening in the first place, stupid emotions
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CW 315 | SW 506
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somehow I manage to leave my intelligence and decorum at the door wherever I go. I doubt your journal will be an exception to that - not on the rug
What the F&#* is a decorum? - Mr. Anthony
"No fate but what we make"- Sarah Connor, Terminator 2
Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
My Primal Battle Tome
Freaking raccoons!!! No offense Stabby - but do they have to kill my turkeys by reaching through the new enclosure's chain link fence (first night out mind you) and ripping their heads off? A whole turkey wasted so they could eat the head! And I couldn't even eat the rest because who knows what diseases the criture had. Back the the hardware store for more wire mesh. Grrrr!
edit: I guess this puts me in with the 95% stupid people group getting duped by a raccoon!
Gripe: Corporate bullshit.
I absolutely hate the social conventions in the office I work at. Everyone is too polite, as weird as that sounds. You say "thank you" after every single interaction with anyone, even when it doesn't make any goddamn sense in context. The receptionist asks, "Hi, hon, how are ya?" every single time she sees you, even if you just saw her (and answered the damn question) two minutes before - and it's the most impersonal, robotic rendition of social niceties I've ever heard. She'll walk into a room, say it while looking through a drawer for something, then leave the room before you even have a chance to answer. Of course contradicting the big boss is blasphemy - my degree is in English, and it physically hurts me to see how broken the grammar and syntax are in the copy he insists on sending out, but I can't say a damn thing about it. It wouldn't be so bad if I liked my actual job, but I hate it. It's soul-crushingly inane, but unfortunately it's all I can handle right now with the health issues I'm dealing with. I've been eating paleo/primal for 23 days, and have yet to see any difference in my symptoms at all. I feel like I'll be trapped in this terrible, mealymouthed place until the day I die.