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Not to Sound Melodramatic But…

I’m sick and tired of being sick and tired. I know that’s life, but damn. Seriously. What’s the point of living. I know it’s negative to think: Everytime somethin good happens, something bad ruins it. But it doesn’t seem right to say: Everytime something bad happens, something good comes and things are better. I used to try and think that way, but when the majority of occurrences are negative, it’s hard to think “half full”.

Work is stressing me out. Not just out, but ‘the fuck out’ to be precise. There’s far too much hand-holding and micro-managing going on. I’m gonna go bald. Most recently, I was told to use a stock I’ve never used and didn’t want to use to save money and the marketing manager for the piece hates it. Since it’s my job, I had to sign off on it and so I look like -3 skill points.

I’ve been trying to help the new hire that replaced Chris, but even that doesn’t help. We are so behind or just barely on time with the lists that I’m gonna scream. It’s frustrating. There should be two people doing that job. That’s what the original plan was and that’s how they did it before. I can see the new chick quitting because on top of the timing, most things are mixed up procedurally. I need a drink. Now.

“I am the literary equivalent of a Big Mac and fries.”

- Stephen King.

So my job isn’t that hard but there’s a lot to do and it can be stressful juggling things around. Then you’ve got the “helpers” and people pushing “help” onto you that you don’t want and never asked for. Sure the job got done a half hour faster, but now my blood is boiling from being annoyed as hell for 1.5 hours. Seriously, shoot me. In the leg. Just so I can take a week off. I need a retreat. I need to be able to work from home. Why is that such a hard thing to have accepted? I can do a lot from home. But nooooooo. Bastids. Grrr.

In other news, it’s Marciano’s birthday so we’re doing Santucci’s for lunch today (special elite group) and Monday with everyone else.

Slam Yer Body Down

And zig-a-zig, ahhh.

I’m super happy over The Spice Girls reforming for a world tour. Yay for me. I may have to go see them in NYC. Who’s with me?! No one? … oh. Okay then.

Sadly, I look at this pic and don’t see these cute, adorable fun chicks. They’re lookin like 40-something mamas who hit the gym too much (the serebu super thin, ultra tight + bones-showing thing yucks me out). Still gorgeous… but y’know.
Spice Up Your Life!!!

Oh and High Five!!! I just renewed my ID online! Yay!

7 Facts Meme

(Blame Myk)
The rules: each person tagged gives 7 random facts about themselves, and then tags 7 people to do the same.

Ichi : I’m interested in doing lots of things, but get bored with them easily and I think it’s either due to the ADD I think I have, or that I’m such a social person sometimes that I get bored doin it alone. Like learning Japanese, music, travel, etc… I enjoy it all alone a wee bit, but much more with others.
Ni : I can eat. Seriously. Like a lot. It’s bad and I feel gross afterwards, even if it’s tasting good. I don’t feel sick gross, but “omg this is why I’m fat” gross. I don’t et it stop me too much though. Sometimes I forget that counting calories is good, but not the only thing to take into consideration.

San : I have siblings other than Rahshan and Lacey. They just don’t count to me. I was raised with tR & L so they’re important to me. I don’t like my father or his family so the whole lot of them can burn. Well not really. But still. There’s a simple reason I feel this way. Primarily because they’re colourists/complexionists. lol High yella bastids.
Shi : I moved around a lot as a kid, spending most of my time between Stone Mountain, GA and Phila, PA… Glenside can count as Philly for this post.
Go: I get really angry sometimes. Like so angry that I think I should seek pills lol. It’s actually not very funny. Anyway…

Roku : I like the beach a lot. I don’t swim in the ocean though. This is weird to me. As a youngin, I used to body surf and all that. It was fun. Despite the near-drowning incident of ‘89… But yeah, I used to be more adventurous with water, yet now I’m too chicken to swim far out. I do enjoy going about knee deep. In swimming pools, I’ll whine a little, then delve into the 12ft area.
Shichi : I like to learn. If I could go back to school full-time I totally would. Alas, money doesn’t grow on trees, and bills gotsta be git’n pizzaid. Na’m sayin, son?

I taggeth: Erik, Joe, Ryan, Meghan, s1ren, Lysa, Ariella

In Your Sacred Space

It’s amazing how sometimes I can be the worst Wiccan ever. I don’t know why. It’s like I try getting into the way others feel about Mama Mia ( I can call the Goddess whatever I want because there’s love). Anyway. Some  stuff is odd.  Sometimes, I even hate reading Wiccan poetry, hymns, etc. I had to read a lot of over-romanticised crap to get to this:

O lover of the Goddess, She understands, and finds the Door of Liberation.
Those who keep the Goddess enshrined within their hearts are said to be blessed.
Placing mind and body in offering before the Goddess,
They conquer and eradicate jealousy from within.
Blessed and acclaimed is that lover of the Goddess, who shall never be defeated.

I like that chunk. There’s others I like, but that stands out for me right now. Oh yeah, blah blah blah:

The lovers of the Goddess shed their ego; attuned to her orgasm, they find peace.

I forgot that part. There’s lots of talk about orgasm in this hymn. Let’s not forget to credit: http://www.sacred-texts.com/wmn/bog/bog05.htm

I know I sound mean, but dang. This is just overdone to me. I want to feel warm and tingly, but sheesh.