playing by the rules because there are rules and i should obey them if i ever want to win

I'm totally game once I finish this eternal shit I call life.

things are tense, everyone thinks i'm a hater just because i hate them.

i suppose that all depends on your definition of the word "last" because yeah, this is going to last as long as I do... which is years longer than i ever thought i would...so wait, i guess it all depends on your definition of the word "pathetic".

someone at lunch said something about "drinking the koolaid" and then i said 'getting on the train' and it's ME who gets written up

Very excited about the Republican congress. I prayed this would happen!

i think i made some real connections last night with the girls, but i have been really wrong before about most things.

sometimes i close my eyes and imagine we are actually sisters instead of women.

it's friday, going to try to go out with the cheese rapers from work and see if my hate is irrational

no, not the glass, i want the BOTTLE

and really, i'm just lucky to be getting paid for something that i love doing.

it's great that i'm able to not be crying on the outside too when i have sex because i think that would cut into my potential profits and i got a baby somewhere that must be hungry.

great day, run, light brekky, productive...amazingly productive and the pills seem to be working although i can't pee and food isn't an option.

It's great to be HERE, i mean, right fucking here doing this shit,getting it done, being involved and loving every busy busy moment of wowness. i can't imagine ever wanting anything more.

i feel much better about the job and think that i have a better grasp on why i'm here. it's not about me, it's a system and i am lucky, no PRIVILEGED

we are working on some issues right now but we are confident that, as a couple, we can overcome whatever issues we have even if i myself don't have 'issues' so much as an asseating shitfucker husband who thinks it's all my fucking problem which, i suppose it is because we are married now and, as i said before, working on some issues.

going to try to go for a run every day before work so i remember i'm a writer

please don't look at me, look away-isn't there a game on somewhere? a tv?

had a little breakdown at work, felt like i sold out so took a couple of days off to regroup (the hr lady called it "decompress")

really starting to think i could do better job wise if only i wasn't a woman

The hard part is over, nothing left to do now but steal their clothes and light them on fire.

it's week two and I have decided to focus less on love and more on congratulations, mixing it up like a good creative

"it's packed but i'm not going to be able to lift it without some fucking help, seriously, someone is going to need to help me lift this shit or else i'm not going anywhere. i'll just die here in a pile of my own shit, then you'll be sorry- or maybe you won't even notice...fucking lazy fucking people."

first week is over, already everyone in the office hates me or so i like to think because it makes me feel important

most of the time i drive, walking is for the poors.

is it in?

now we would all make the monday jokes while we waited for the coffee to brew

i will light myself on fire, don't even tempt me because in my head i have already done it and it's better than this...this shit right here...you, me, this fucking house-this.

i was hoping that if i kept crying he would love me more but turns out my neediness was physically repulsive to him. looks like the joke is on me, poor weepy me.

love of our heritage

settling in

"enough about that already, they're here and they look tall...we'll find out later how long they are."

day two of my imaginary job

look asshole, all of these babies is yours. just because i'm naked doesn't mean i'm a slut.

things i told rocky

Ina thought about trying to care, maybe getting a boyfriend, but figured life was already fucking her and she didn't want to have to suck it too.

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last year i made something 'arty' every day is january because i read somewhere that you were supposed to make a piece of art a day, like that would help you feel good about the rest of the year, looking at a month of work sitting stinking for the rest of the year. this year i have decided to take a fictional position at a real greeting card company, so i know what working at it really feels like.

http://www.sps.com/help/greetingcardwritings.html

i am going to start with a week of love: