Today is: Stuck In A Damn Rut Day (Unofficially)

Okay, the title says it all. I am severely sick of my life, or lack thereof, at this point. I want my damn last paycheck from the job I lost and they have yet to mail it to me. Okay, so I didn't actually "lose" my job. I know where it is, they just don't want to work there anymore. It IS, in fact, my mind that I've lost. Okay, it's been missing for a while now... So what?

The only joy I get out of life anymore is the fact that I am not alone in my tormenting hell I call LIFE. I have an ally in the war to prove that we the "crazy" ones are, in fact, the only truly sane and the all-powerful "normal" people are actually the true lunatics.

"Who?", you ask. The Almighty JC... No, not Jesus Christ, you twits! JC who has a wonderfully insightful blog delving into the fragile human psyche at http://dookiejc.blogspot.com/

God, or Whomever, bless you, Girl! Keep up the good fight!

Deep Thought for the day: Cause I'm a hunka-hunka burning love... down on the edge of Lonely Street at Heartbreak Hotel... so... Don't be cruel to a heart that's true. Thank you. Thank you very much.

Today is: Crappy with a slight chance of Shitstorms.

My Life as a Poem

I have no Job.
I think I smell.
I feel like a slob.
My life's gone to Hell.

I need to get out.
I need to have fun.
Find a reason for living
Before my life is done.

My family drives me crazy...
Okay, it's more like a walk.
The voices in my head
Are the only I feel I can talk
To anymore.

I sleep more than I used to
Just so I can dream.
Because my waking life's reality
Makes me want to scream.

I'm at the end of my rope
But it seems like a good place.
Thoughts of THE END
Now bring a smile to my face.

Now you know how I feel
I'll bring an end to this verse.
It's got to get better, because
I couldn't feel much worse.

This piece of crappy poetry brought to you by: James Knowlton

Deep Thought for the day: Look at all the LONELY people. Where do they all belong? Look at all the LONELY people. Where do they all come from?

Thank you, God for creating Morgan Webb and thank you, Maxim magazine for the incredible pictures of Morgan Webb. If you don't have a subscription to Maxim, this would definitely be the month to get one. Definitely go check out maximonline.com for more details. One Word: DAMN!

Today is: Ehhh... who cares??

You know what? I think I'll just write whatever the hell comes to mind. Why? Because no one reads my drivel anyway! I could sit here and bitch but nobody would ever notice anyway, because it's hard to notice things that are completely invisible.

Trust me. The only time anyone notices me is when I screw up or they need me to do them a favor. Can you tell that I'm miserable, yet?

No one of the opposite sex even notices me outside of wanting "to be friends". The universal nice way of saying "You're unattractive and/or pathetic and there is no way in Hell I would ever date you unless I really became desperate, but I will do you the favor of calling you whenever I need a favor, and in turn you get to temporarily feel needed."

I lost my job yesterday because my inborn "Screw-Up" gene kicked in and caused to make too many mistakes, costing the place I worked for too much money. Yippee! Yea, Me! If I was someone else and saw me on the street, I would probably kick my own ass just for good measure.

I don't know what to do anymore! I am seriously considering Baker Acting myself and getting permanently committed to the local Looney Bin, Sanitarium, Mental hospital.... whatever the hell they call it nowadays, just to get some well-needed Peace, Quiet, Rest and Therapy. The only problem is someone has to give a damn enough to be willing to listen to my problems without wanting to choke my dumb ass out. I don't see that happening anytime soon.

I don't sleep, eat, or socialize properly anymore. Oh, who the hell cares?! I think I'm going to stop writing for tonight and deluding myself into believing that anybody actually reads my pathetic complaints and/or really cares, when I know that's not true.

Good night, Voices In My Head. Get some rest. Tomorrow's gonna be a busy day.

Deep Thought for the Day: Who lives in a pineapple under the sea? Spongebob Squarepants!