Myself, wherever I may be.

So, apparently I have readers.

And you people miss me!

Thanks!

I have the warm fuzzies. Really, I do.

I've been busy. That's why I've been silent for ...holy crap, two months now!

I guess I'll have to update soon.

God, that's going to take forever.

Stay tuned.

Sleep.

I should be sleeping.

I want to be sleeping.

I guarantee you, I am not sleeping (or sleep blogging).

Here's the thing: my brain won't shut up.

It won't make cohesive statements either. Just a rambling of jumbled thoughts, indiscernible feelings, and a maddening desire to explain everything.

All of these things are mutually exclusive. And yet they all exist, simultaneously, in my skull.

The cat in the bag...

Or out of the bag as the case may be.

Seems not only does Charlie Browne know about this little blog of mine, but he's been reading it since effing October.

Excuse me, do you have a towel for the egg on my face?

Oh, and as usual, I have plenty of expounding to do, all of it about dear ol' Charlie Browne and giving in.

It's been awesome. And a relief. Total, fucking relief.

A few happy thoughts for Stellan

The explanation isn't important.
And you can get all you want here.

But think a few happy thoughts for this little boy, if, you know, you're so inclined.

Thanks,
J

My Don't-Give-A-Fuck

(This will make a little more since if you read this, and maybe this.)

Has turned into downright mutiny.

I-don't-wanna, I-ain't-gonna, You-can't-make-me, Just-fire-me-already, Caine-style M.U.T.I.N.Y.

We got a game plan e-mail today. I have to be at work two hours earlier than usual on Monday, at freaking 8:30 in the morning on Tuesday and Wednesday, ad then at 2 "until further notice."

The 8:30 days are for training purposes. Watch me and my subversion. Just you watch.

I don't want to "learn" a "new" way of doing things, just so we can revert back to the old in six to eight weeks. I don't want to listen to that balding bitch-witch babble on and on about inconsequential, bureaucratic bullshit at 8:30 in the effing morning for four effing hours.

I have never felt such animosity for a job, or a boss, in my life.

Urg, grr, grumble, piss, moan, dig in the heels, and then beat the fists on the floor.

(And no, I can't just quit and move back to Houston tomorrow. I have a freaking lease.)
(did I mention I'm moving back in with my parents in August. Parents and batshit-fucking insane sister. Joy and rapture.)

The saddest thing to happen since last January.

She died.

She was awesome, a fantastic actress with a great voice. She was the good-looking sister.

And now she's dead.

I haven't been this sad since he died.

excuse me while I go cry on the inside. Because I'm at work.

Total agreement

I never thought I'd see the day...

Loathe as I am to admit, I agree with this guy.

Why is it okay to take the money and run? Take my money and run to a house in the Hamptons?

Why don't more people care, have respect for those they serve?

Oh, yes, high-rise Corporate America, I'm talking to you. You serve your stockholders, and now that you're operating on government funds, you serve me.

Where's your humility? Where's your compassion? Where's your "give a fuck?"

Huh?