Me Thinks

Listen to THIS SONG playing in my head as I type this.

I guess I have a lot of things to discuss.  Long time no "see".  As I sip my ice cold Mt. Dew looking at my enormous dish pile which now can talk/breath and is calling me over to it for a mercy kill, I realize not very much as changed.  I have the same roommate I started with.  I am still lonely.  I still feel like nobody knows me. 
 I have been diagnosed  with chronic insomnia, severe depression, and high anxiety. (No, Mel Brooks was not involved.)

Whoa, that went pretty serious. But this one's going to be.

I haven't spoken to my mother in months, except for an awkward dinner.  I think everyone at that dinner was very tense, and it wasn't because of the salsa based meatloaf mound.  I decided last summer that if you think I am a liar, than I see no reason to continue conversing.  There is no trust in that relationship.  We both just stressed each other out.  I think it's best this way.   Feel free to ask me anything, I will honestly answer.  If you don't believe me, than I don't know what to say, I guess you're stuck then.  I did really need my mother last month, but I feel that bridge is burned, if not scorched. 

In other news I got a job at Menards about 3 months ago.  I was in the paint dept, but I was transferred to the Plumbing dept. because my personality clashed with the other members of the team in paint.  It was mainly because Emily, the girl who is most beautiful and headstrong, told me to "go to hell" and to "fuck myself".  I came back from break 15 minutes late.  I didn't even eat my burrito.  I go more into that later, but Emily hates me, and the managers liked me because I worked really hard, but hated me because I'm abnormal.  So it was a wash.





         TO PLUMBING!





So in plumbing I work with a bunch of dudes.  They mostly don't listen or acknowledge anyone who doesn't have a penis.  Which makes it difficult to do my job.  
Also there's a creepy past 40 pot head weirdo always trying to get me to go to his house and help him fix his drapes.  When I asked why possessed him to ask ME of all people to help him with his drapes he replies, " You seemed like someone who liked decorating and such...."  WHAT!?  Why!?  Because I'm a woman!?  "Well...yeah..."   THE HELL!  I held back on the overly feminist verbal beat down because he is old and he won't change.  Anyway, he always wants me climb the ladder and put up overstock so he can watch my ass as I go up and it sickens me.  People these days.  His daughter would be older than me.  Gross.  He started bringing things to work like a pamphlet to a history lecture on criminals from the area.  This sounds cool, but he wants me to go with him and that is not COOL.   

I attract rapey creepers.  This is FACT.   I don't know what it is, people tell me I'm just too nice.  I guess it's time to be a bitch.  

In other news, I've been playing Dead Island, an Xbox 360 game, and find it to be relaxing.  Bashing in the heads of Jersey Shore cast members and overly tan sorority girl zombies is actually quite chill.  I don't like driving the trucks though.  What is up with that?  Grand Thft Auto is the SAME THING, PLEASE MAKE IT EASIER TO DRIVE VEHICLES IN XBOX GAmES!!   You're always running over trees and mailboxes like a drunk after prom joy rider and smacking innocent old ladies in the back of the head with your rear views.  It's messed up.  

I know I'm funny.

Any who.  I'm off to go pick up the dog duty Indy left in my hallway 10 minutes ago.


Laurel