Brenda Starrr Posted March 23, 2007 Posted March 23, 2007 AND, I just got back from a really good interview. Lots of "inters" today!
torn asunder Posted March 23, 2007 Posted March 23, 2007 Worried Kelly is going to stand us up tonight. ~but if you don't feel good I understand *hugs* =(
Nienna Posted March 23, 2007 Posted March 23, 2007 Like I'm sick of working crappy shifts because no one else will. Lonely. Tired. Hungry. Alittle pissed. Bored. Meh.
Guest Megalicious Posted March 25, 2007 Posted March 25, 2007 I am feeling awesome. We just returned from seeing Ira Glass speak at EMU!!! (and I have cake batter ice cream YAY ME!!! )
Brenda Starrr Posted March 25, 2007 Posted March 25, 2007 I'm happy and content. Pretty damned happy and contenet myself.....
Nienna Posted March 25, 2007 Posted March 25, 2007 Pretty damned happy and contenet myself..... I'll third that this afternoon!
Reaper Posted March 25, 2007 Posted March 25, 2007 Sore from bowling with my new ball. Excited that it didn't stop me from getting that 244, 234, and 244 games Now I am bored and want to go out before the work week starts again!
ManicQueen Posted March 26, 2007 Posted March 26, 2007 Feeling pretty good.. had a relaxing day, drug test was negative.
kellygrrrrrl Posted March 27, 2007 Posted March 27, 2007 I feel better now that the site is up and running again! =)
Homicidalheathen Posted March 27, 2007 Posted March 27, 2007 Tired. That valium I took last night made me quite sleepy.
JaneDead Posted March 27, 2007 Posted March 27, 2007 better today than yesterday. yesterday was just "one of those days". in a mood i could not shake. i hate being like that when it's a nice day and people keep telling me to be happy because it is so nice out - but i couldn't help it. at least today i am not feeling that way at all.
Homicidalheathen Posted March 28, 2007 Posted March 28, 2007 Nervous about a few things comming up. A possible court case....someone wants me to do a favor later today I am not into...things like that.
Shade Everdark Posted March 28, 2007 Posted March 28, 2007 Self-destructive. Petulant. Argumentative.
torn asunder Posted March 28, 2007 Posted March 28, 2007 Self-destructive.Petulant. Argumentative. no, you're not!!
Gauge Posted March 28, 2007 Posted March 28, 2007 my boss was a bitch, i quit my job, now i have no money. . .BUT I DO HAVE MY MOPED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
torn asunder Posted March 29, 2007 Posted March 29, 2007 extremely f**king frustrated by entirely too many f**king little things irritating me all at f**king once... i need a f**king vacation or something! f**k!!
Homicidalheathen Posted March 29, 2007 Posted March 29, 2007 Excited!!! Many new things and possibilities on the horizon.....lots planned. Oh and me and a friend are hanging out again and we had a blast last night.
Gauge Posted April 3, 2007 Posted April 3, 2007 tired and sore, im also sick of retarded secretary of state people . . . there retarded and are making my life difficault cause they cant pull their heads out of their asses and pick up a fucken phone book
CixWicked Posted April 3, 2007 Posted April 3, 2007 Sitting about dwelling over the past discrepancies of happiness and truth that have come into and through this mockery state that I call life. I am standing at an empass, and find myself dreading the unknown. I have released the sick bird, and watched her sail headfirst into the tree of learning. I saw her smack hard, and wet on it's bark, and I fear that the sound that followed was the breaking of bone, and snapping of cartaledge. There are fell foul beasts within that tree.... creatures that will devour her whole, again and again, as they have for the countless centuries that our souls circled. But every teacher must leave the student to learn from her own mistakes. Every hero needs at least one witting victim to make the sacrifices of his own actions worth while. A hero without a witted victim is a fool who sacrifices in vein. Still love of the little bird can afford me no comfort in her absence... I glance out though, and see the other bids, dark and calling, beckoning, and I wish to reach out for them... I may be a god walking among the leaves... a paragon of all that is unknowable to the ants who dwell beneath the treee, but to even a being like myself the sun is not less than a greater god in mine eyes... and something unsee able to birds and ants alike. I love my bird... I miss her, and fear for her... But I will not hold her. I will not save her from the danger... IF I do, she will not respect me, or my actions... She could not respect the swordsmen unless she herself picked up the sword... So I sit, afraid, and worried... but patient. CixWicked
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