Return to your regularly scheduled angsty rambling. It’s Monday, I’m tired, I’m cranky, it’s 11PM and I just want to feel marginally better about life. Perhaps venting into the ether will help.
Brain dump to follow:
I am tired as fuck of being bored to death and spending my life at my job, only to be consistently broke at all times. Why the hell do I bother?
The above situation is probably not going to improve within the next five years or so.
I am rocking the PB & J so hard this week. This way maybe I can avoid having my internet shut off. Big maybe.
Doing mass overtime when all I want to do is sleep. This will not help in the slightest this week. Trying to make next pay period suck less. Probably won’t happen.
I am trying to be patient in waiting to hear about my raise. I bet I will be disappointed, since nothing ever seems to go my way.
It took me two hours to get home. Thanks MTA. Be sure to raise those fares now!
I want my damn cat. If I’m supposedly doing him a favor, why do I have to keep tracking him down? I feel like this is yet another thing I will get fucked over on.
I miss River. I feel even more alone now. Especially at night. It sucks ass.
Feeling entirely over the crush this week. Not sure if I should be relieved or sad. Mostly sad.
I feel like perhaps Bonnie and Jay were right, and I will end up alone. Seeming more probable by the second.
Did I mention how fucking tired I am?
I don’t think that helped…
