your rainbow connection

damnitdamnitdamnitdamnit
i need to get my fresh lively bitter psyche back.
i need to get a l o t of things back, actually
though, now, i'm not so sure what that means.
and i'm sooo fucking tired constantly.

there are a number of culprits.
who they are, don't really matter.
but THE ORGANIZATION is one of them.
and probably the main culpirt.^*
(there's a very sadly ironic story behind this latest bitterness.)
in the meantime, i continue my plot to escape to wisconsin (and minnesota) to see the select lucky ones.
i have just too much wisconsinality.

nevermind.
in the meantime. the raging continues.

while out carousing for new comics, on saturday, i did actually pay for some as well. i picked up a nauty bits, because it is my favoritist in the world. the rage. the anger. the bitter bitchiness. . . the woman's my hero.
i need a new issue to be put out already. prayers to jeebus for such.
and then there's this uber kewl graphic novel called cuckoo by a woman with dissociative identity disorder (aka multple personality disorder), depicting her history/experiences. highly receommnended.

i'm such a dork.

though, this was utterly foolish considering the present state of monetary affairs.
so, i guess that also makes me such a moron.

oh, and saturday, the JW's returned. they weren't interested in saving my soul though because i am not a spanish family. they always come before 11am. it's saturday do they not realize saturday mornings are sacrosanct?
but at least i was up.




^* my apologies to my dear readers who are forced to endure the same whining of mi trabajo, that those who peruse the journals of these crazy kids and their hatred for their high school life, must endure.

i made it through my first day of my new job. i'm liking it. it would be better for me if i can get my sleep regulated.
melatonin ain't doing its job.

i don't have to work on friday as previously thought. so, i'll get an early start on catching up on sleep.

i just didnt want to include this with the previous entry, which could have led up to a headache. i would have done it first, from work, but it seems as though the server at work is down indefinitely.

but, somehow, yesterday, amidst my woe-ing, i completely failed to recall the existence of the trusty frosty.

especially since i'm beginning to wonder if i i'm ever going to see my shamrock shake. people just dont know a good thing.

but i made the trek and got my frosty. i could have introduced more people to it, but was too selfish.

why am i spending so much time dicussing food?

i'm still crossing my toes in hopes of moving on to bigger and better positions. wednesday will mark my 6 month anniversary with my beloved employer. i've just realized i shouldn't mention the name until i go back and reread the contract for my soul that i signed with them.
i think if i give them a bad name, they can boot my sorry ass to the curb.
i kind of like my ass away from the curb, thank you.
so, we'll keep it like this for now.

i've noticed, today especially, that not only has my patience level increased, but the point at which i even need to feel patient, has also increased. just smile and nod. i don't know if this is natural (for me), so i'm fearing a mental break down somewhere down the line.

snap. crackle. pop.

damnit, food again.