Things Society Keeps Teaching Me

a. Hard work does not pay off

• Being manipulative works better
• Just gotta make it look like you did something and talk a lot

2. Being a good person means nothing

• Yup, nothing.
• Jerk *ffs get everything

Update: Today sucks. I'm cold. My feets is wets. They didn't have my sammie at Subway (and they looked at me like I made something up. Steak and cheese you bastardos! I've gotten it from you at least 3 times in past 2 months.). MTV are a-holes. Time to go home.

and you thought your life was bad

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/23595533/?GT1=43001

20 years ago today (March 12)...

...this was the number one single.

historic convos of yesterday

Convo 1: me, coworker A, and coworker B are chatting. A is rubbing his neck, looking pained. i am eating cookies.

B: (to A) what's wrong with you?

A: i have a stiffness problem.

me: (spitting out cookie, laughing hysterically)

A: what?

B: well, i guess you could take that both ways.

me: (spitting out second cookie, laughing hysterically)

note: no one laughed with me, and i just kept giggling throughout convo bc i kept thinking about it.


Convo 2: friend and i are talking about our past karaoke experience, where he annoyed me by wanting to sing "Bye, Bye, Bye" at least 4 times.

friend: c'mon, it wasn't four times.

me: yes it was!

friend: it was more like two.

me: uh, no, bc you put more in when i was in the bathroom.

friend: that's what she said.

me: okay, that's just disgusting.

jenny craig says hi

i have an eating disorder, and not the good kind.

the kind where even though i am completely not hungry, i will get an extra large meal and force myself to eat it. why? seriously, why?

what's the opposite of bulimia?

3 Points For Awesomeness

Dearest Ei,

I dressed all pretty for our date tonight. I kind of did my hairs. I put some makeups on. I even wore my pretty purple see-thru shirt. But alas... I went to Starbucks with Flanders so we could steal a few moments. I had two tall hot chocolates balanced, one on top the other, in one hand (and I looked good) so I could get my supervisors change out of my pocket when my world came crashing down. Things like this always happen in slow motion. But not a slow motion where you can do anything to save yourself or the hot chocolate. A slow motion where you see everything happening and know what the outcome is going to be but you, yourself have become too retarded to do anything. Anyway, now it looks as if I shat all over my front-side. Weird. I have a meeting with GQ and then off to anywhere to buy cheap pants (I'm buying clothes and I don't have time for a good purchase).

Moral of the story: Always have extra set of clothes at work (a sweater? not enough).
Possible other moral of the story: Hold the hot beverages until you can pass them off.

xoxo,
m

this is going to drive me crazy

does anyone know what happens at the end of St. Elmo's Fire? i watched part of the movie, but missed the last fifteen minutes and i can't find the ending anywhere online.