bitterdiva

Desperately avoiding work

*Kitties in hats*

Letters make loud noise
Thumping, whirling, placing stamps
Envelopes fall down

Chattering background
Enters ears aggravating
Turn up the music

Roses bloom further
Stale air is slashed by perfume
Leaves turn brown and droop

Little monster sits
Smiling at coworkers
Sparkles glittering

I spent most of the morning programming for my web project. I think I burnt my mind into a crisp for now I can’t focus any attention or my concentration on a single thing. Just thinking of all the projects due next week has me biting the nails and wishing for a tall pint of Guinness. The phone rings and I think in my head how great it would be if the other end was some wackjob trying to guess the color of my panties.

I rid myself today of a guy that I communicated with via yahoo. I knew this day was coming, all my online conservationists are done after a handful of times communicating with them. Yesterday we were having a conversation, more of a debate, about how Bush was a dictator. One of the main things people need to keep my attention is a firm grasp on the English language. I constantly repeat this because it is amazing how many bloody idiots there are in the world. Simple words should not be mistyped and if you call yourself a Simpson fan, I would expect you to know how to properly spell d’oh.

The breaking point for me today was when he told me he was going to tell his father to fire him so that he can go and collect unemployment and continue to work for him under the table. Mean while, collecting welfare for him, his wife, and his two children. The guy is 24, his wife is 21 and they just had their second child. Asswipe believes this isn’t morally objectionable and he’s gotten spoiled being off the past two weeks taking care of his wife and the new child. I understand that it’s difficult to raise a child, I even understand how torturous it is returning to work after being home for two weeks but deciding to milk the system so you can stay home, download video games, and do nothing is absolutely unforgivable. I just couldn’t force myself to continue talking with the likes of him.

Deadlines are flashing their demonic faces towards me as the semester draws to a close. I have two papers, three programming assignments, a programming quiz, and a project to work on this weekend. If I manage to complete both papers for English Composition, I am done with the class. I show up, turn in the paper, flip off the professor and enjoy having my Monday evenings back. Locking myself up in my room is starting to sound like a good option for finishing all of this.

Foulest mood I am in. I fear the voices are murmuring again; softly, gently persuading me to stand on my chair and scream at the highest octave I can produce how much I hate everyone and everything. The 5 isn’t helping. Neither is my opinion of the stagnant pool of life that I seem to be treading in. Money, excitement, these are thing necessary for life without either people become irritated and depressed. I’ve been taking 600mg of ibuprofen every 2 hours to ward off the immense pain of cramps.

P just sent me a link to kittens in hats. My favorite is the kitten in the froggie hat. I wonder if Poopoos would allow me to put it on him, if only just to take a picture. The Japanese are a group of severely disturbed individuals that never ceases to provide entertainment. I swear, they are from another planet. How come we can’t be that creative or inventive? Oh yeah, if we were we’d be killing ourselves off when the slightest thing goes sour.

02:28 PM

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Posted by: Groundzero at April 28, 2003 01:02 AM

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