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Right now, pick something by David Bowie, Manson (Shirley or Marilyn), Underground Rebels, Loving Dead or Todd Kerns. That's what I am listening to.




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Monday, June 22, 2009
So a platypus walks into a strip club...

I'm tired.

Something has to give.  Well, that may not be the correct verbage, but that is what it feels like.  It may be more proper to state that something has to change.  Waking up wondering if you are going to have a job gets old.  People changing the rules gets old.  I know, I know, I'm not the only person in the world dealing with this shit, but it feels like it most days.

I suppose I shouldn't bitch.  I can still pay my bills.  Maybe I just need to have more fun.  Maybe I need to get laid.  Maybe I need to exercise the grey matter more.  Maybe, maybe, maybe.

Speaking of... I am sick and fucking tired of listening to people bitch about the economy.  Deal with it.  If you have 7 mortgages and suddenly find yourself unable to pay for even one that's not my fault.  I don't want to listen to you whine.  If you gambled all your money away and can't pay your bills, that is also not my fault.  I don't want to listen to your diatribe about that either. 

So yeah.  I'm a tad unstable at the moment.  Swinging like a monkey in a banana tree.  I feel unpretty and lonely while at the same time I don't want to deal with anyone.  When mom was here last week I enjoyed the relative anonymity of being on the Strip.  I didn't know anyone and they didn't know me.  Down there you can be anything you want and no one will know the difference.  Because, you know, I still hate the general public enough to not actually talk to them.  Hey, it works for me.



Listening to Don't Care from:
What's in Your Mouth
By Strip Mind




Posted at 10:17 am by Zombie

Ratty
November 16, 2009   09:08 AM PST
 
You're right... money and economy come and go, and we can only adapt to the change :( hoping it makes us stronger and less attached to the material things too... I know I care about family and affections above all.
Ang
June 23, 2009   10:18 AM PDT
 
It is not the economy, it is zombies.

It is not the economic crisis, it is the zombie apocalypse.
 


File under: Because I can, Brain numbing, Etc., Mom, No, I don't care who you are, No, I don't like you, Workin' for the man

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