Hi my name is rattmice and i used to blog here.
So its 1:41 am, and i am at work. Alone. In this empty, dark building haunted only by my sick imagination. I can just see a gag reel of me getting slaughtered in various situations without anyone finding my bloated corpse until the morning. God i hope i don't shit myself in my death. Let me elaborate :
It's been months since we talked, lj. All you bring me is![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
miz_playaand her thoughtful joy bursting comments, and frankly that's the one thing i enjoy next to seeingladyphoto's. Let me bring you up to date : Three dogs died, i pierced my ears, we got to more, my sister is a whore, my mother ate the souls of two detectives trying to take down the shaky foundation of the San Diego Police Department- and her at the same time, I gained some friends, and so far i haven't shattered any useful friendships yet. YET. In two weeks i get my own place. I no longer work for Union Bank, but instead i am working nights as an IT specialist for a major hotel software company in Alpine. More money, and five minuets from home- both of them. I have money that will soon disapear with like my teenage years to financial responsibility. Did i mention my boss is one of my mother's best friends? PRESSURE in a Liberal Atmosphere. I barely know nothing, except how to answer the phone and speak like My Fair Malady. I'm not a teenager any more.
New Years Resolution: Put a Heart, a Brain and a Nerve to go in my new home. I have a few problems that aren't really there. I have gotten rid of the trash clogging my life, but just about everything reminds me of what i thought i could be. I've still got a lot to prove.
I need to go back to school.
I need to get healthy
I need someone.
I need to keep my home.
But doesn't everybody? None of these things are as important to me as they should. Hell, i don't even know how to feel about being on my own. I'd rather have a wii. Or a 360.
In fact, when Smashbros' comes out on the wii, forgetaboutit. Im losing a few hundered yen.
This livejournal reminds me too much of the past. Not even the good kind.
I'm going to change that. Sweet jesus i sound so depressing. Alright I know what i can do. Everyone, this is the cure.
This is medicine. This is spings my steps and makes me drive on clouds.
I must demand you listen to this song and open up.
2007
So its 1:41 am, and i am at work. Alone. In this empty, dark building haunted only by my sick imagination. I can just see a gag reel of me getting slaughtered in various situations without anyone finding my bloated corpse until the morning. God i hope i don't shit myself in my death. Let me elaborate :
It's been months since we talked, lj. All you bring me is
miz_playaand her thoughtful joy bursting comments, and frankly that's the one thing i enjoy next to seeingladyphoto's. Let me bring you up to date : Three dogs died, i pierced my ears, we got to more, my sister is a whore, my mother ate the souls of two detectives trying to take down the shaky foundation of the San Diego Police Department- and her at the same time, I gained some friends, and so far i haven't shattered any useful friendships yet. YET. In two weeks i get my own place. I no longer work for Union Bank, but instead i am working nights as an IT specialist for a major hotel software company in Alpine. More money, and five minuets from home- both of them. I have money that will soon disapear with like my teenage years to financial responsibility. Did i mention my boss is one of my mother's best friends? PRESSURE in a Liberal Atmosphere. I barely know nothing, except how to answer the phone and speak like My Fair Malady. I'm not a teenager any more.New Years Resolution: Put a Heart, a Brain and a Nerve to go in my new home. I have a few problems that aren't really there. I have gotten rid of the trash clogging my life, but just about everything reminds me of what i thought i could be. I've still got a lot to prove.
I need to go back to school.
I need to get healthy
I need someone.
I need to keep my home.
But doesn't everybody? None of these things are as important to me as they should. Hell, i don't even know how to feel about being on my own. I'd rather have a wii. Or a 360.
In fact, when Smashbros' comes out on the wii, forgetaboutit. Im losing a few hundered yen.
This livejournal reminds me too much of the past. Not even the good kind.
I'm going to change that. Sweet jesus i sound so depressing. Alright I know what i can do. Everyone, this is the cure.
This is medicine. This is spings my steps and makes me drive on clouds.
I must demand you listen to this song and open up.
2007
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