Yes, you’ve probably noticed I’ve taken a mean streak on the boards lately. So fuckin’ what? I’m allowed to have bad weeks, and I don’t want to be comforted. . . So keep a perimeter line, I might just go off. . .
[li]Work blows. I have a useless worker in my office, and I have come to the point where I’m going to take him outside and show him a little Tripler attitude. This MoFo is so goddamned high-and-mighty that he takes it upon himself to lecture me how I should spend my money. Every time this asswipe opens his mouth, I want to throw a hook to knock a few teeth out. What’s worse: I can’t do a Goddamned thing. I can tell him my displeasure, but he’s such a goddamned tool, he would take it to the Legal Dept and have me hauled into my boss’ office. Bad, and my hands are tied.[/li][li]My birthday is over, but the adrenaline is still here. I had a great time this year, but it hasn’t quite calmed down yet. Add this to the fact that V-Day is right around the corner, yet I can’t escape it. People keep bringing their issues up, even though I think I made it clear that I won’t deal with them. Even at work, people are nagging me about ‘what’s her name’ and ‘boy you sure looked happy around her’. Well know what? I was. So back off, I’m not the kiss-and-tell type. None of your business.[/li][li]I shot myself in the foot. A friend of mine is going on a 3 month business trip out of the country, and I told her I’d volunteer for it (so I can earn some extra $$). However I totally forgot that this would span over my sister’s high school graduation and summer vacation - and I promised her I’d be there. I’m a man of my word, and I promised both people something, but now I’m forced into a situation because of my beliefs.[/li][li]The house I’m renting now is going to be sold out from under me. I have to move into another. This in and of itself ain’t so bad, because the place I’m moving into is owned by a great friend of mine. Just the freakin’ stress of this moving thing ain’t helping.[/li][li]I ain’t got nobody. David Lee Roth was right. I’m just a gigolo. I’ve got two girls I’m interested locally, and it seems like things could go right at any moment. It’s just that they’ve been going wrong for the past week. I really loathe getting my hopes up just to have them whacked back down. I think I’ll castrate myself.[/li][li]I have good friends that don’t know when to shut their mouth. It’s amazing how nasty people will get when they want you to go out and party with them. If I want a night off, I shouldn’t have to explain my reason why. It’s a fckin’ free country - I keep it that way. If I say, “I ain’t going to make it out tonight…” do not turn around and call me a “Fag”, “Lightweight”, or a "Pssy". I have no inhibitions about kicking your ass. And if you decide to tell the other guys in our bunch that I am a “pansy” because I don’t hang out with you as much as you think I should, I would like to show you the business end of my fist.[/li][/ul]
That’s just a start. But it does feel good to vent. Thank you . . .
I do feel better . . .