Sicky Mc. Sicko

Let me start off by saying being sick.. EFFING BLOWS! While being sick and having to come into work.. words can not even describe how much donkey ass that sucks! I had so much that I wanted to accomplish today, I had to go to the eye dr. and tell them to shove their contacts up their ass.. cuz they're not right. I had to put my cheque in the bank.. which I've had since Friday, and still not deposited. And I wanted to buy the new X-Men movie, cuz lets face it X-Men kicks ass! >>Much more ass then say Batman, who I'm pretty sure had a little kinky side thing goin' on with Robin. **Just for you Marina, Robin was given the bat knob a good spit shine**<< And did I do any of this? NO! I had no energy, and no ambition, just a whole lot of *blah* I hate that I feel like death!

Today marks the beginning of my EIGHT STRAIGHT DAYS of working *Not Impressed*

When I came into work tonight, I was greeted by the jerk-off from room 108. Let me just say that I hate this man with every fiber of my being, and this was a little reminder as to why. I was telling my co-worker that I felt like shit, and I really didn't want to be here, and then he chimes in "Yeah, you look awful.. your hair is all a mess, and you're so pale..." Yeah, thanks for pointing that out jack ass!! WHAT'S YOUR EXCUSE FOR LOOKING LIKE A MONKEY SKELETON?!? *Damn Douche-Bag*

I was quite happy to find out that my construction guys were back :) and still full of sarcasm. We had a lovely conversation about how if it was possible to have less then nothing, this area is the prime example of less then nothing. Even the casino.. isn't a real casino, 20 minutes away, now there's a casino.. here it's "a bale of hay, a horse, the occasional carriage, and a few old people" Then he came out, looking for Fabreeze cause his room mate smelt bad, and left an unbearable stink. If I wasn't able to find Fabreeze.. would I mind if he slept in the lobby, cuz he couldn't stand the stink haha. Too funny! I wonder if I'll get my singing in the morning. Good old bagels for breakfast!

*Ooo, a very hot boy just pulled up in a very hot porche.. what are you doing here?! People around here could never even imagine a porche.. are you lost?*

On top of all this, today [well yesterday if you wanna get technical] was 9 months. Did I talk to you.. no.. were you working.. most likely.. are you ever not? Is it sad that I remember this? Is it sad that I remember the very first thing that you said to me? Or that I still have the very first text message that you ever sent to me? I'm beginning to think so. Yet, will I stop remembering? Will I just be able to forget it all? Nope, it will never happen, it's not possible. Maybe I'm being stupid for wanting something so much, even though I know deep down that I'll never have it. I can't help but feel this way when it comes to you.. and I can't help but feel like I'm settling for something that could be good.. but it will never measure up to you. I guess we're all entitled to our dumb little girl fantasies.
"..I hate the way I feel tonight, and I know I need you in my life" ♪

*Sigh.. this got depressing in a hurry*
And it was so much better, before the internet effed up.. again.. and I lost most of it. Strangely enough, I lost none of the sad..

t00dles
-Ash