sunday night.
you know those movies where the doctor tells the guy "you've got a terminal sickness and only 2 weeks to live" and that guy looks like an angry mule just kicked his balls off... yea thats about how i feel having to go back to work tomorrow. F F F F F F F F F F F F F F F F F F F FF F F F F F F F F F F F F F FF F F F F!
I read chris' blog.... he's concerned about having a plan b. dude how about the life with no plan a. that's me.
does it suck.. sure sometimes... i chose to ignore it.. but it oft catches up with me and i am again kicked in the balls by an angry mule. plan a. plan b. let's roll em together and call em plan F. as in fuckin bullshit.
boy i'm in a dour mood huh. sorry the work onset is really pinchy to me. must find new job. (anyone out there who works anywhere decent or cool and makes a liveable wage please chime in at Iamthea@aol.com_- cuz this job is nowherezville dig?) i use to enjoy my job but now i only enjoy time away from it (how fast can i grow another tumor in my uterus?).
i'll be looking forward to talking to you all tomorrow. have an excellent monday!
right on
thea
40 days till valentines day. i think.