Mmuh.

[reymonkey]

I feel... busy, like all my time goes away and I don't know how, because I honestly don't *do* much. I never seem to get anything done. People ask me why I haven't done this or that, and the best answer I can give is I've been busy with other things, and then they ask me what, and I don't have an answer. Not sure what I'm doing wrong, here. Whatever it is I'm doing, it doesn't seem to get anything done.

A while back, one morning, we were about to go somewhere and I glanced in the mirror to make sure I looked reasonably okay, which is about all I ever strive for, and I noted aloud that I looked tired, but otherwise okay. Ginny was standing near me and she said, 'but you usually do...' and she's right... and I can't seem to forget that. It just won't leave my head. If I mention I feel tired or sick, whoever is around me says that I'm always tired or sick, or both. I don't wanna be a fucking hypochondriac. I feel sick right now, and I know it's because I haven't been eating right lately, but I *was*. I had quit coffee, cut way back on soda, trying to eat 3 healthy meals a day with lots of vegetables and some protein and get enough excercise and I feel like fucking crap half the time.
And I can't see a doctor because I've got no health insurance and between the tickets to Bellingham and the usual living expenses I'm pretty broke right now.
I'm just ranting today... pay no attention to the monkey.

I need to get the car thing straight, and then I can get a decent job, maybe apply at Kinko's after vacation.
And kill the neighbors. Need to kill the neighbors and their damn stereo that only plays three different songs, all of them very loud, and all of them with very annoying, repetitive beats. I especially hate that one that sounds like a bad polka.

Going now... need to eat something today.

Comments

Re: Don't lick me you pervert - I'm telling Alex

[reymonkey.livejournal.com]

Your dad is looking like somebody who hits his head on doorways. Hmm... Makes two people like that I know.
I don't know anybody with dead babies, but somebody called Ginny at work once (she's the receptionist/AR/AP at a woodworking place) and asked if they could build a coffin for his hamster or soemthing. Would the nails from a hamster coffin work, or are those too small?

I was cheese licking! You have no evidence.

[madcowchef.livejournal.com]

Maybe that or my dead relatives would communicate to me in hamster, which gets really annoying to be honest. Squeak squeak shrill, bite.

Re: Go lick Alex. She'll thank you for it.

[reymonkey.livejournal.com]

I bet you could get one of Jefferey's dead mice to talk if you dug it up. Weren't there a lot of those? Poor Sunshine.
::Is feeling nostalgic::