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Fri 16 Dec, 2005 12:56 pm
I'm bored today,
and everything's there to be ignored today,
scattered everywhere out on the floor today,
and I don't care about you.
I lost my job today,
which used to be the way I could afford to live to hate another day
and now I can't afford to even be bored anymore.
It's kind of good to feel bad again, mad again, sad again.
I'll be doing that again. I don't have to tell you I do it really well.
You said goodbye today, and I'm just here still asking why today,
and not another year, I'm gonna cry today, but I don't care about you.
Maybe it wasn't bad to do,
and you did what you had to do.
Maybe I'll believe it too,
if I keep saying I don't care about you,
today I don't know what I'm gonna do today
and there's a lot to get through today,
but I don't care about you, today.
By the way... I do care about you today, but I am extemely bored today.
Me too. So let me entertain you with my day.
I am currently experiencing a lingering after headache from a migraine headache I had last night. And it makes me want to bang my head against something and grit my teeth really hard. And I didn't sleep well because I had a very bad dream in which someone walked into the house and proceeded to rape me and beat the **** out of me. And today I am sealing and preparing about 100 christmas cards to go out today and it sucks a lot.
Here, Bella. Have a chocolate. It'll do you good.
I gotta make 24 dozen of these today and tomorrow for an exchange party, then a few dozen more for ourselves and assorted gifts. I am up to my elbows in chocolate today! The best part is, I get to eat my mistakes. And I am making lots of mistakes.....mmmmm!
Uhhh... my day isn't that bad.
Headache but without the pre-migraine.
Wife is sick which means I don't get to much sleep.
Nobody is at work and I have nothing to do, but I can't take off because I need the pay.
ps... sorry about the dream. Sounds like a doozy.
It was pretty awful. I ran out of the house and escaped before he killed me (wearing only a long shirt) and I ran to a neighbors house and they were "in on it" and I was fighting with them and then ran across the street to a mail truck and when I looked in , saw a girl tied up in the back and I said "you aren't a mailman" and he said" yeah but I won't do to her what they are doing to you. We aren't suppose to go that far." Whatever that meant. It was so awful I debated for a minute whether to get in with him. The people trying to get me were crossing the street looking for me but I decided to risk it myself and ran to the neighbors house (who used to be my best friend in grade school). I pounded on her door and finally broke though her screen and she came at me with a shovel screaming "don't let the alligators get in!" and I looked down and said "does it look like alligators did this to me?" and she said "yes" and then I woke up.
Eva wrote:Here, Bella. Have a chocolate. It'll do you good.
Eva, you are the devil...and I love it.
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