I got a job, several months ago. I work at an RTC. Figure it out. I didn't even know what that stood for until after I'd been there for like 3 months. Now I throw it around constantly, pretending like I'm a badass because I use abbreviations that no one else understands. I want so badly to write down all the stories of that fabulous place so I never forget anything. While it is absolutely the most ridiculous place I have ever worked it is also the most hilarious. In that way where you feel like these kids can't actually be fucking serious, are you really seeing what you think you are. The answer is yes. To both. Yes, they are fucking serious and yes, you are seeing exactly what you think you are seeing.
I want to tell everything, but because I think I want to keep my job, I can't. Also I kind of have a thing for these kids now that I've been working with them for so long. And by thing I mean thank fucking jesus they're not mine...
Saturday, November 8, 2008
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
RIP
Oh how badly I wanted to pick her up, take her home and hold her forever.
When I pulled away from the animal hospital my shoulders were shaking and I could only help but scream. I must have looked fucking crazy. It might not make sense to anyone else but it makes perfect sense to me. This is the moment I realize I will never take my huge black lab on another walk. She will never again sleep by my side. And when coming home, driving up the driveway, I will never see her excited face with her big ears ever again. This is the worst moment of my life. You see I have never lost a pet or a human for that matter. And really it is impossible to understand how you will feel until it happens. Just so you know it is much worse than you could ever imagine.
The only thing I can be happy about is that, if dogs do go to heaven, I will see Roxie again one day. And when I see her she will be able to stand up without pain and follow me up and down stairs all damn day. That is of course, if I make it there myself.
When I pulled away from the animal hospital my shoulders were shaking and I could only help but scream. I must have looked fucking crazy. It might not make sense to anyone else but it makes perfect sense to me. This is the moment I realize I will never take my huge black lab on another walk. She will never again sleep by my side. And when coming home, driving up the driveway, I will never see her excited face with her big ears ever again. This is the worst moment of my life. You see I have never lost a pet or a human for that matter. And really it is impossible to understand how you will feel until it happens. Just so you know it is much worse than you could ever imagine.
The only thing I can be happy about is that, if dogs do go to heaven, I will see Roxie again one day. And when I see her she will be able to stand up without pain and follow me up and down stairs all damn day. That is of course, if I make it there myself.
Sunday, January 13, 2008
ladeda
It's been awhile. Good thing I decided to keep up this blog, thats been working out well. And obviously I did not keep any of my New Years resolutions. Running's overrated anyways, and so is being nice.
At least this year has successfully brought many fabulous things into my life. First of all, having absolutly no fucking money. There is about $5 in my bank account right now and that is overestimating by a lot. The new year fairy was really generous with that one. Also having no job has been pleasant. As I have just, and finally, graduated college I am immediatly in need of a job. However, as I would have guessed it, you need some sort of experience to get a job. And for some bullshit reason former waitress experience dosen't count, to bad I would rather eat shit and live at the dump than ever go back to waiting tables. I am pretty postive though that I will have to go back to doing just that, unless, of course, I decide to sell my body on the street or donate my plasma at some aids covered clinic for a bucket full of cash.
Exciting life I know. And you haven't even learned the best of it, like the fact that at the age of 24 and after 6 years of being on my own, I have to move in with my crazy mother...At least she has a washer and dryer, now I can finally wash the shit off my clothes.
At least this year has successfully brought many fabulous things into my life. First of all, having absolutly no fucking money. There is about $5 in my bank account right now and that is overestimating by a lot. The new year fairy was really generous with that one. Also having no job has been pleasant. As I have just, and finally, graduated college I am immediatly in need of a job. However, as I would have guessed it, you need some sort of experience to get a job. And for some bullshit reason former waitress experience dosen't count, to bad I would rather eat shit and live at the dump than ever go back to waiting tables. I am pretty postive though that I will have to go back to doing just that, unless, of course, I decide to sell my body on the street or donate my plasma at some aids covered clinic for a bucket full of cash.
Exciting life I know. And you haven't even learned the best of it, like the fact that at the age of 24 and after 6 years of being on my own, I have to move in with my crazy mother...At least she has a washer and dryer, now I can finally wash the shit off my clothes.
Tuesday, January 1, 2008
nothingness
So after 3 months of bitching about having to do this blog for school, I have decided to continue it. Basically use it as an online journal or bitch log. But, I suppose, a little different considering there is no lock on this one and anybody who acidentally stumbles across this page can read it. Not just my little sister.
Now that I have gotten through the painful prelude - I want you to know that all previous posts were mandatory and for a fucking-shitty class I had to take to graduate Towson Univerisity. Not only did I have to write a blog all about downtown Frederick but luckily I got to create a whole web page as well. It was shit, seriously, pretty bad. However, just so you know, I will never ever write such painfully boring and pointless posts again. Well unless of course you count this one and all subsequent ones. Yea - who's holding a gun to your head telling you better fucking read this. Not me, and if someone is, that's fucking crazy.
To Begin, today is the first day of the New year and I have already successfully broken all my New Year's resolutions. That took long. I am considering restarting them tomorrow and adding a new resolution to my list: Keep your fucking resolutions bitch. Lets see if it works out - maybe I'll keep you updated.
Now that I have gotten through the painful prelude - I want you to know that all previous posts were mandatory and for a fucking-shitty class I had to take to graduate Towson Univerisity. Not only did I have to write a blog all about downtown Frederick but luckily I got to create a whole web page as well. It was shit, seriously, pretty bad. However, just so you know, I will never ever write such painfully boring and pointless posts again. Well unless of course you count this one and all subsequent ones. Yea - who's holding a gun to your head telling you better fucking read this. Not me, and if someone is, that's fucking crazy.
To Begin, today is the first day of the New year and I have already successfully broken all my New Year's resolutions. That took long. I am considering restarting them tomorrow and adding a new resolution to my list: Keep your fucking resolutions bitch. Lets see if it works out - maybe I'll keep you updated.
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