Random Thoughts

OMG. I'm so sore today. I couldn't sleep worth a fuck and so my arm is angry because I kept rolling around. I feel half stupid and I can only drink so much caffeine. So here I am at lunch playing Angry birds and getting angry at it. Also, inventory is almost over! WOO! I need a nap. Also, I know I've been off the radar forever, but I haven't had any views since I put this back to public. I'm a little sad y'all. P.S. Facebook is stupid and is boring me. P.S.S. I'm sick of pooping. Why is there so much pooping? Yes, I am trying to be better about what I eat, but I don't need a raw asshole as a side effect. WTF body? Every time I try to do something healthier, you go out of your way to make me wish I hadn't. WHATEVER. P.S.S.S. I'm rather enjoying the Blogess' book. Wish I'd brought that to work for something to do. Not that I could keep my eyes open probably.

I’m so fucking pissed you guys. The child’s step mom wanted to let me know that his dad has been “grumbling” about having him like with them. WTFF? Does he think I’m a bad parent? We had an agreement that I raised the kid, it’s not my fucking fault he moved so far away. He could see him more often and he rarely calls so why does he think he needs to have him live there? He has 2 other kids, why can’t he be happy with them? I’m freaking out. I know she only mentioned it to warn me in case D says something to me about it. She never grew up in a fractured home and doesn’t know that OF COURSE he’s already mentioned it. He’s been mentioning it. The grass is greener on the side where it’s always summer or winter break and they have a dog. Never mind he’d never have his own space. I think he’d get aggravated. But mainly I’m worried about if J (yes, I’m using initials now…anonymity) thinks I’m a bad parent. Is this because of the rum? I mean, I know we don’t have the same parenting style b...

If you have to ask about almost everything, you're not really worthwhile to me as an employee. I don't have time to answer things that a. could be answered by you if you thought it through, and b. you could ask someone else. Someone's who's job it actually is to know these things. But what I hate the most? When someone asks me a question and when I answer but I don't want to sound like a fucking know it all, they assume I don't know my ass from a hole in the ground. Oh I do, I just didn't want to be a fucking asshole about it. Next time, don't fucking ask me. If you're going to ask a person who's been here 5 years and believe her over myself who's been here almost twice as long...well...I don't have any sort of love for you. You frustrate the fuck out of me. Oh man, I missed blogging. I missed anonymity. Facebook sucks for that. Everyone wants to be your fucking friend and I don't know how to say no. So instead I'll be scat...

Ok you guys. It's fucking boring to write a blog that no one can read. So I've unlocked it again. Hoping that it doesn't get me into trouble though I try so hard to be anonymous. Going to keep trying for anonymity, but I'm so sick of being censored everywhere else. The only people I really worry about...well...they aren't children anymore and while I don't want to be the one to ruin their dreams, once again I'm putting myself first. All is going relatively well. I'm torn up over some things, death has quieted down for the moment only to allow drama in as I wrote in the post before this one. Inventory sucks. And as usual, you'll get inane and thoughtful posts from me without any sort of notice. I'm random, that's the title isn't it? Haha. It feels nice to be writing though. I do love to type for some reason and since Facebook doesn't really allow me to stretch my wings or fingers if you will...well here I am again. I'm goin...