i like how everyone did nothing but talk shit about micheal jackson, about what a child molester he was, about how his face was falling apart, about holding his child off a balcony, about everything everywhere in the tabloids; but as soon as he dies FB is covered in "RIP MICHEAL JACKSON!" or "MICHEAL JACKSON: YOU WILL BE MISSED"
it's bullshit. yeah, we got it, you're up on your current events, so is the rest of the goddamn world. i hate it when celebrities die, because somehow their death is more important than anyone else's. my grandpa died the same day, yesterday, and no one's making a big deal about that. people die, and it sucks. i do understand celebrities bring alot to our lives in different artistic manners, but to talk shit about a guy for the past 10 years, and then all of a sudden worship him, download all his music, and youtube every video he's ever made.
i can spell hippocrite. how about you???
Friday, June 26, 2009
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
"illusion is the first of all pleasures"
and then you wake up
only to realize your life for the past year is killing you slowly, and stealing your sanity...
...when i never had much sanity to begin with...
well, today i actually feel it. it only felt like a weekend off, but now i feel the relief of not going back to the coffee shop ever again...it's like i've lost 10lbs...
10lbs of stress, anxiety, hatred, depression, confusion and guilt and balled into one lump i kept in the back of my throat, but couldn't swallow. well, now it's swallowed, digested, and passed through...the perfect metaphor for Cool Beans Cafe: a piece of shit.
intimidation isn't a safe work environment. how do you take the best job ever and turn it into a nightmare??? i never realized i worked with a child, a spoiled child at that, who throws tantrums when they don't get their way. i suppose i'll be able to recognize the symptoms and signs next time, and save myself, instead of throwing myself into the pit of fire, where i just kept clawing at nothing, until realization hit, and i grasped ahold, pulling myself out of the pit of hell. i'm a little singed, slightly scarred, but my sanity has started to take back over, and my head isn't spinning anymore.
if not for my beaner girls, i think i'd be in an asylum...
karma's going to bite her in the ass
only to realize your life for the past year is killing you slowly, and stealing your sanity...
...when i never had much sanity to begin with...
well, today i actually feel it. it only felt like a weekend off, but now i feel the relief of not going back to the coffee shop ever again...it's like i've lost 10lbs...
10lbs of stress, anxiety, hatred, depression, confusion and guilt and balled into one lump i kept in the back of my throat, but couldn't swallow. well, now it's swallowed, digested, and passed through...the perfect metaphor for Cool Beans Cafe: a piece of shit.
intimidation isn't a safe work environment. how do you take the best job ever and turn it into a nightmare??? i never realized i worked with a child, a spoiled child at that, who throws tantrums when they don't get their way. i suppose i'll be able to recognize the symptoms and signs next time, and save myself, instead of throwing myself into the pit of fire, where i just kept clawing at nothing, until realization hit, and i grasped ahold, pulling myself out of the pit of hell. i'm a little singed, slightly scarred, but my sanity has started to take back over, and my head isn't spinning anymore.
if not for my beaner girls, i think i'd be in an asylum...
karma's going to bite her in the ass
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