One’s a crowd.

The more time I spend with myself, the more I dislike the company.

Every lost dream has chipped away at what I believed I am/was. So damaging to the point when I finally am willing to stand still and reflect, what stares back is a shell more beautiful than ever before, while the insides decay with no apparent effects.

I woke up with an eminent feeling that I’ve lost something.
I suppose this is what happens when you grasp on to what is not yours in an attempt to validate your existence.

Or maybe I'll choose to write it off as pms.

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Charity case

It’s like a couple more Tanyas.

But I’m younger, better paid even on pittance, and more capable then you. So I wouldn’t react to your unprofessionalism and rudeness.

Take it as my charity of the day

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Another one bites the dust

I must be the most accident prone person within a big big radius. anywhere.

The door was stuck and while yanking it close with full force, it slammed into my foot. For a second I didn’t realise what had happened.

Then the pain kicked (ha.ha.) in. I screamed. Continuously. Bloody mary and blood curdlingly.   I have a fairly decent thrashold of pain, by the way. Saw blood flowing and the flesh turn black.

Today’s the 3rd day. The pain is not getting any better, and I am trying not to rely too heavily on pain meds.Can’t walk or stand too much.

Pressure from the blood clot is distending the nail, I can see and feel it being pushed upwards. The fleshy area near the nail bed is starting to turn black.

I hope it gets better. I hope my nail doesn’t just drop off.

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Money and the New Year

Think I make a better insurance sales person then a debt collector. That, is saying alot.

More often then not i end up having to pay first during group outings then struggle to remember who owes me what and chase like mad trying to get it back (many times I never do).

Or buy drinks n nobody offers to pay their share or buy back. Im more then happy to treat and do it very often, but it’s sickening to have people assume im just going to pay for them and not even offer a good turn.

Im bad at math n senile, be kind to this old lady. Somebody else can pay and I WILL return. Thank you.