Well, here I am. People who know me love me whether they like it or not. It's a burden since I dislike most people. You can find My actual Life HERE. I have many fandoms, and many likes but I have yet to find passion in a past time. You are welcome as long as you behave.
I figure as long as STAN can live here, I can too. Here's round two.
Damn you, GLEE. Why did the "imagine" scene make me cry, again!! Watch the show, it's great. However, if you have an eye for continuity, watch out... Damn whoever is in charge of Puck's wardrobe. he should not alternate between vest on and no vest from shot to shot in that scene!
Working 7:30 to midnight tonight... To nap or the run out and shop a bit before work? Nap wins, I think.
Happy Thanksgiving! I'm exhausted and sitting here at my parent's computer desk because I can't get on their wireless. I've tearing my hair out. I reset their router. I reset their security, and improved it, since they had no idea that they had set it up as... and my computer is being an asshole. whatever.
My sister and her family are here all weekend. I am signed up for OT Friday night/saturday morning. I'm so tired of being poor. I am also tired of not using the words I want because I am a terrible speller. I brought my dogs, and they are tied up in the unfenced backyard. I felt awful about it... They barked and cried all day and night, and when anyone was out to see them, they got so excited, they would just and scratch. They were hurting the kids just from the sheer excitement of human interaction. My spoiled kids...
I feels so much later than 11:30. I do not do Black Friday. I should head home, but I want to come back in the morning to hang out, so what's the point? Save the gas. I just hate that my dogs are outside all night, and I didn't pack for an over night. Not even my toothbrush...
My phone is dead because I didn't bring my charger.
my life seems to have legs a wobbly as a new born colt, and I can't make some kind of plans or movement that doesn't seem to completely collapse moments later.
My brother put my house up for sale today.
On a happier note, it's sunny and in the 50s today or something...
I don't actually have a post, I just wanted to say that.
the song "you could be happy" by snow patrol played on my pandora station a while ago. it annoys me how songs are so relatable. stupid empathy.
LYRICS
YOU COULD BE HAPPY
You could be happy
And I won't know
But you weren't happy
The day I watched you go
And all the things
That I wished I had not said
Are played on loops
Till it's madness in my head
Is it too late to remind you
How we were
But not our last days of silence
Screaming, blur
Most of what I remember
Makes me sure
I should have stopped you from walking
Out the door
You could be happy
I hope you are
You made me happier
Than I'd been by far
Somehow everything
I own smells of you
And for the tiniest moment
It's all not true
Do the things
That you always wanted to
Without me there to hold you back
Don't think, just do
More than anything
I want to see you go
Take a glorious bite
Out of the whole world
the part of the song that kills me is the sixth verse where is talks about smells like you. it's perfect, but the last 3 verses just twist my personal knife. i need to stop it. he left a year ago, and i limped along for a year. sure, it was hard and i had troubles, but as i asked before, WHY AM I SUDDENLY A BASKETCASE ABOUT IT? christ, what the fuck. i wonder why something in my psyche snapped and demanded that i must either try again or at least get answers to all the questions i have never had answered. what switch flipped and why did i go crazier, and why is it getting to the level of obsession all of the sudden. i am actually not at all happy about the ridiculous and suddenly brutal confrontation to jordan. true, i'm feeling better since i did it, but i'm not comfortable with the level of compulsion i am feeling. it's almost like it's out of my hands. which one of you is controlling my subliminally? come on, you can tell me. if its you, please subliminally tell me to calm the fuck down. thanks!
