Is an addiction really an addiction if it’s become your entire life? I suppose that’s the defintion of addiction, but I prefer lifestyle. Caffeine? Work? A little column A, and a little from column B, my friends.
The clock in my living room ticks loud. Extremely loud. Anddd I wish I had mushroom sushi right now.
After battling the 3-week long migraine that kept in and out of doctor’s appointment’s, the emergency room where I was on an IV, and hiding with the blinds shut and a cold cloth on my head, I’m finally starting to feel better. Does my doctor know whyyy this happened? No, but she has a hunch. Yayyyy, so I’m taking prescriptions to ‘prevent’ migraines. I usually know when I forget to take one of them, because I start feeling nauceous (one of them is to prevent nausea, haha).
After walking through the dark tunnel for 3 weeks, it’s nice to finally see a light.
Is a STM VM aka STM Virtual Machine. Live and learn, people.
So it’s been awhile apparently. Been off energy drinks for a couple days as I battle out a cold, and gotta say, hate it. Can’t wait to be able to drink one again. I’ve been toying around with an idea the past couple days and I can’t help but wonder - does one’s intelligence affect one’s social skills? I imagine both negatively and positively , but it’s hard to determine which. After contemplating this, it really makes me wish I had gone to some university or college of some kind. And with that, I now leave you with the famous words of Mr. Burns, “Release the hounds.”
And never look back. <3
Growing up sucks. I’ve never realized that so much until going to H&R, and realizing that for the second year in a row, I am not owed money - I owe the government money. However this year it’s under a grand so I guess I should be thankful, but still. Everyone else, literally everyone my age, is getting a tax refund. I’m still continuing to pay Revenue Canada because of one job fucking me up the arse by not taxing enough. Which reminds me again, my responsibility, and again, growing up. Thank whatever god is out there for the First Time Home Buyers Tax Credit. That’s right, I own a house. Again - growing up. Responsibility. Sometimes I’d give anything just to be 18 again. But sometimes I’m loving the independence and being on my own. Maybe if Neverland was a vacation destination, we could all relive our favorite years. And fight Captain Hook, of course.
So I probably won’t. I just realized it’s been awhile since I made my last post. And I’ve also realized I really need to start saving money. Why is it so easy to slack off? Is it because energy drinks are like water to me? Or because my therapeutic methods include oregano and wine? These are the questions that will haunt me for the next 30 seconds. Until then folks, keep it sunny.
I just realized why I’m so cold hearted. Working here I think has actually made me numb. I was called a bitch on the phone today and laughed. I giggled, and smiled. Somehow this seems strange to me, but oh well I guess. But if I wasn’t this way, would I have survived in this position? It makes me wonder if certain occupations mould you into a certain persona, where you find you’re no longer yourself but overwhelmed by your new occupation. So if I’m a bitch, then so be it.
Wake up in the morning feeling like P Diddy… now who can’t say they haven’t woken up feeling like a black rappin’ balla? Shit son it’s pretty deadly. Nonetheless an incredibly good song though. I’m actually sitting here watching Tyler’s House of Payne and enjoying the sense of humor when a thought occurred - can one neccessarily feel ‘black’? Then again, can one neccessarily feel ‘white’? So maybe I do wake up in the morning feelin like P Diddy. Got my glasses on, I’m out the door…
Best flavor of Full Throttle, ever. Just to start off on a nice note. I have discovered this weekend that I love:
and of course, Full Throttle. <3
No, I did not tell you that. I told you that unfortunately even though you were advised to cancel the check, it was your choice therefore we cannot refund the $20.00 you paid to cancel it. Of course, you lied. You were not told TO cancel it, you were told you COULD cancel it. So thank you! Thank you for calling the editor to bitch and LIE about me, because right now, I’m as reluctant to help you as never before. And, I hope you don’t EVER get the money back - and maybe also that your phone breaks so that you can’t bug me or anybody ever again. :) Have a problem with it? TOUGH SHIT.
