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in which I overshare about things I haven't shared
I am completely incapable of going to bed when I should. Except OH WAIT, my job does not exactly require me to use my brain a whole lot. I am kind of ashamed to admit that this is why I like it. Also because I'm about to physically fuse with my iPod we-are-so-as-one. But that's awesome too.
Actually I was cranky for a couple of hours this morning, so I spent some time annoyed at the way the guy sitting next to me would sigh really loudly every time the system would slow down, and the way the girl across from me has the most extreme case of adult ADHD I've ever seen. Then I got over it.
Also my downward spiral into Pete Wentz's mad emo death-trap-snare-type-thing totally continues; today I discovered that I really, really love The Hush Sound, that I might really like The Academy Is... and that Cobra Starship is kind of weird and kind of awesome. (Also, upon hearing the basement song, discovered why everyone seems to think Gabe Saporta is so disturbed, b/c um YEAH.) I do still love Gerard the best though, and his and MCR's awesomeness is entirely free of Wentzian influence, so there! or something.
I feel weirdly compelled to note that I've written something like three long, serious, highly emo entries in the past few weeks that I could never bring myself to post, on such fun and exciting topics as- Eating Disorders: My Personal History and Why Diets Still Make Me Instinctively & Irrationally Freak Out!; Depression: Why Your Just-Get-a-Dog-and-Take-Up-Yoga Bullshit Makes Me Want to Stab You!; and My Father: There Are Too Many Issues To Summarize in a Pithy Title! And that basically tells you everything right there, doesn't it? Just look at all the bandwidth trees I saved with that helpful summary.
Actually I was cranky for a couple of hours this morning, so I spent some time annoyed at the way the guy sitting next to me would sigh really loudly every time the system would slow down, and the way the girl across from me has the most extreme case of adult ADHD I've ever seen. Then I got over it.
Also my downward spiral into Pete Wentz's mad emo death-trap-snare-type-thing totally continues; today I discovered that I really, really love The Hush Sound, that I might really like The Academy Is... and that Cobra Starship is kind of weird and kind of awesome. (Also, upon hearing the basement song, discovered why everyone seems to think Gabe Saporta is so disturbed, b/c um YEAH.) I do still love Gerard the best though, and his and MCR's awesomeness is entirely free of Wentzian influence, so there! or something.
I feel weirdly compelled to note that I've written something like three long, serious, highly emo entries in the past few weeks that I could never bring myself to post, on such fun and exciting topics as- Eating Disorders: My Personal History and Why Diets Still Make Me Instinctively & Irrationally Freak Out!; Depression: Why Your Just-Get-a-Dog-and-Take-Up-Yoga Bullshit Makes Me Want to Stab You!; and My Father: There Are Too Many Issues To Summarize in a Pithy Title! And that basically tells you everything right there, doesn't it? Just look at all the bandwidth trees I saved with that helpful summary.
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oh yes indeedy.
i think you should post your long, serious, highly emo entries.
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As for posting, I will think on it. Long, serious, highly emo thoughts.
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I hated my last job so much that I think that just made everything that much more annoying, like the guy across from me who would snort his snot about every 45 seconds, the guy in front of him who answered the phone and then said "Yyee-us" in response to every question, the woman on the other side of the cubicle wall who would have hour-long whispered conversations with the cleaning lady when she wasn't making personal calls on her cell phone about her daughter's soccer practice...
And yes, post the long emo.
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This is the first job I've had where headphones were an option, though, and it really makes all the difference - music completely deactivates my rage gene. It's kind of astonishing.
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1. HEE!
2. Seriously? There are still people who are hawking that crazy nonsense? I mean, *I* want to get a dog and take up yoga in about six months, but: I am not depressed. Read a newspaper, people! Sheesh.
My Father: There Are Too Many Issues To Summarize in a Pithy Title!
Ohhh, yes. I've written that private post, too. Do you want me to send over Dean with his trunk o' arsenal and his catalog of daddy issues to comfort you?... actually, scratch that, maybe Sam would be better. He'd encourage any and all rage where (useless bastard of a) father issues are concerned.
*hugs*
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Um, in case it wasn't already clear how I felt about such types. :D
And wait, I have to choose? I can't have them both? No me-and-Sam-and-Dean cuddle piles? Followed by a nice therapeutic channeling of rage in the form of a shooting lesson? (OMG new SPN Thursday!!!!!!)
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Oh. Oh I *am* sorry.
I am currently sending my DreamJensen your way, with Sam in tow. The Impala's arsenal is fully stocked (DreamJensen and I both checked). And Sam was stuffing something called, I kid you not, "wooby blankets" into the back seat of the Impala. He says they're excellent for snuggling. :)
Also: OMG I KNOW!!!!!
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