Drowning.

I feel so. fucking. weak.
I’m waiting for the worms to feed on my flesh.
I’m useless. Pointless. One big fucking flaw.
When did I become lower than dirt?

Your typical work rant and a healthy dose of self hate.

I kinda sorta maybe hate my new manager.

She randomly appeared at our store about a week ago, her presence simultaneously prophesying the disappearance of our assistant manager. He was shipped off to another store because apparently, they suck, and they need him much more than we do at our supermarvelous store.

Whee.

I’m not sure why I dislike the new manager so much. Maybe it is because she loves to pretend that she knows exactly what she is doing despite the fact that she has no clue.

Or perhaps it is because she likes to tell me how to do things that I have been doing for months, things I knew how to do before our old manager even got hired.

Maybe it is because she doesn’t understand how it takes more than thirty minutes to close the store when she gives us about 239234084 other things to do besides the regular closing procedures.

Or maybe it is just because looking at her just makes me mad.

Now, I suppose that I should not really have all that much of a problem with her, because she is a nice woman in some way, I’m sure, but I have to admit that knowing that the nicest and best sales person in our store (the same girl that gets along with just about everyone) dislikes her probably more than I do does make me feel just the tiniest bit less guilty.

I need to find a new job. Chances are I’d land a job with a boss that I despise even more, but I think the benefits of working closer to Dawson and getting paid more (hopefully) would be enough to make me clench my teeth and bear the awfulness of it all.

Oh, young adulthood is definitely awesome. Fer sure.

By the way, the most self-damaging feeling in the world: Looking for the biggest pants size in the store, buying them and taking them home (sure that they would fit you) and finding that once you get home those huge pants are too small.

I’m bored. And quizzes are abundant.

So, I have a category called “Quizzes” but I only have one quiz result in there. What kind of fucking quiz page is that? It’s 12h26 AM and I don’t really have anything else do to or anything profound to write about. So instead I’m going to amuse myself with a few quizzes and post them here. In my blog.

Shut up. This is important stuff, okay?

Your Animal is the Adder

You are mentally sharp. You have an amazing memory, and you’re a shrewd problem solver. You are a natural healer, and you are drawn toward taking care of people. Your family is the most important thing to you. You feel lost without them. You are drawn to the mystical and magical. You find the paranormal to be useful in understanding the world.

You Are Milk Chocolate

A total dreamer, you spend most of your time with your head in the clouds. You often think of the future, and you are always working toward your ideal life. Also nostalgic, you rarely forget a meaningful moment… even those from long ago.

Escape.

Three of my poems were chosen to be included in my college’s anthology. The publication ceremony is going to be held on May 16th, and I suppose that if I’m one of the authors being honored then I should probably be there, right?

Dawson checked my email for me this morning while I was in the bathroom and called to me; I nearly had a heart attack when I found out that my work was accepted. It feels amazing to know that some of my poetry will actually be published in a book that I can put into my small library and hold onto for all eternity.

Yes, I’m a tad melodramatic. But you know, it’s just nice to know that a group of people think that my work is good enough to put into a book. Maybe one day I’ll have a book full of poetry that’s all my own.

One day.

Sunrise.

Have you ever watched the sunlight break?

With the subtle wiles of a beautiful boy it cracks and bleeds across the morning sky.