I know you can’t kill them personally, but can we please arrange for all the people who are bothering me to die painful deaths anyway? And let them live in your realm forever and ever? Wherein I might stop by on occasion and laugh at them and try out my delicate hand at torture?
They are so totally getting in the way of my shoe shopping.
kthxbai!
xoxo
~Sabre
After a lovely weekend of goofing off with friends, I found myself yesterday with slightly irritated eyes. This has been an on and off thing as of late, my contacts seem to have caused some type of minor infection in my pretty little orbs. I’m becoming used to it, and have been pretty good about taking my contacts out a lot more than I would normally to give my eyes a rest.
This morning I woke up and got ready for work, with my eyes still slightly irritated. I opted to not cram contacts in my eyes and just go into work with my glasses on.
And that’s when the fun began!
While it’s slightly overcast outside, to me it is excruciatingly bright. So bright that I can barely hold my eyes open. Even with sunglasses. Dedicated employee that I am, I drove in anyway, damn near driving myself into a wall at one point.
Yeah, yeah, I know. Stupid move on my part, but stupidity seems to be the nature of my life these days.
At any rate, I made it in, alive and mostly unscathed. But now I’m stuck at the office with no way to get back to the other side of the river and fighting the urge to find the darkest room available and just lock myself in it.
On days like today, the thought of just skipping out on life in general becomes more and more solid in my brain.
Me: Dude, I -totally- nailed Bon Jovi!
Friend: What?! That’s just wrong.
Me: Look at that score!
Friend: Damn, you nailed Bon Jovi.
Me: *strut*
Apparently I nailed Dave Grohl too. *pfft* Wevs.
Awesome!
An old friend of mine sent me this gem this morning (I’ve been so wrapped up in crazyland I haven’t read the news in a few days):
“The Iraqi government is now calling for a timetable for the withdrawal of American troops, but the Bush administration is trying to downplay those calls despite a re-ignited debate on the presidential campaign trail.”
Can we just be decent world citizens and work with the Iraqi government on their terms? Better yet, someone give every single bastard in the current administration a blow job so we can fucking impeach them. Because, clearly, crimes against humanity don’t matter.
A friend of mine sent me some great stuff via email this morning. I mean, seriously, great stuff. Interesting stuff. Educational stuff.
He tells me that there’s tons of this stuff out there, all of these guides for guys for dating. Except, see, they aren’t really guides for dating. More like guides for how to be a total douche bag and get laid a lot.
Awesome.
In short, the premise is that the more elusive you are, the more she’ll want you. The more you don’t call her, the more you pretend you don’t notice her, the more “busy” you make yourself, the more she’ll throw herself at you. It’s all just one big game. And who wins is he who gets laid the most.
Or something.
Some guys tell me this shit works, I’ve heard more from my guy friends about “power structure” and “keeping them guessing” than I care to admit. And I guess it must or there wouldn’t be so much information online devoted to treating women like toys.
Here’s the catch though. The women who have self-esteem and a sense of worth? The ones who are solid and moving somewhere in their life? They aren’t going to like your little game, gentlemen. And eventually they’ll get tired of playing and they’ll wander off and find someone else to play with.
Someone who treats them with respect and courtesy. Someone who knows how to show a woman that he truly cares for her and wants to be with her.
Just a thought.
Still waiting to wake up, with the foggy eyed realization that this has all been but a dream.
*sigh*
Alas, I don’t suspect that shall happen any time soon. The ears that need to hear are deaf, the eyes that need to see are closed, and the lips that need to speak are bound. Bad poetry, yes? But wait! There’s more!
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From the nightmare I reach, and grasp to find only emptiness.
Wake now, wake!
Emerge from the tangled sheets, twisted with the sweat of anxiety and passions lost.
Wake now, wake!
Breathe the morning light, filling spaces long since vacant.
Wake now, wake!
Watch the dust glimmer upon the rays of the morning, calling their soft sound.
Wake now, wake!
Bring me from the brink of insanity, bring me back to this world.
I beg, wake now, wake.
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