Late Night Ramblings

I’m exhausted.  My brain hurts. I’m saying things and not even realizing what I’m saying.  Complete sentences just tumble out of my mouth with no conscious thought of their meaning.  Yet in my head all I hear is blah blah blah.  I’m so sick of my voice. 
I’m eating like shit.  Not making healthy choices.  Just grabbing whatever is fast and available.  My stomach seems to think that the only way to be satiated is with consuming greasy caloric laden foods.  My thighs and ass hate my stomach. 
My stomach doesn’t have to worry about being physically attractive to the opposite sex.  I mean, it gets to hang out inside of me….and what dude is turned on by stomachs?  Other than serial killers who like to disembowel  the innards of others?  I totally get why my ass and thighs hate my stomach.  My stomach is kind of a selfish asshole, not taking the rest of my body into consideration.  Just doing as it pleases.  Whining and grumbling for cheeseburgers.
Never mind the work the rest of the body has to do to work off that crap.

My boss….is an asshole.  I understand why her husband left her.  So many times today I wanted to tell her to go fuck herself and walk out…but where would that get me?  Rent is due….and I’m already a day late.

I want nothing more than to listen to the hymns and songs of insects and frogs that inhabit the night.
I missed the fireflies.
*sigh*

I want the life my cat leads.  I would gladly trade places for a life of no thumbs and licking my butt as long as it meant I get to sleep all day and not give a shit about anything except treats, food, that fast moving red dot, and a clean litter box.

I’m very on edge.
Flowers would be nice.  Just a little something.

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11 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. rilschsea
    Aug 07, 2013 @ 03:05:18

    @—–,—–‘——

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  2. rilschsea
    Aug 07, 2013 @ 03:34:42

    Insects, frog and fireflies…..are abundant…….you just hop on I-90 and head west……..

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  3. Jess
    Aug 07, 2013 @ 11:58:31

    My stomach is the very same kind of asshole.

    My ass and thighs and flabby skin hate my stomach too.

    I hope you find a new job soon! That boss sounds like a nightmare!

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    • pixiegirlkc52
      Aug 07, 2013 @ 12:57:32

      Why do stomachs gotta be such dicks??? I hope so too. Any luck for your husband?

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      • Jess
        Aug 07, 2013 @ 22:37:50

        Not yet! But he’s focusing more on filling out the MOUNTAINS of paperwork the union he just joined has. They literally ask for birthdate, workplace info, etc etc of siblings of his AND mine -.- what the hell do they want that for? Is my sister applying for the union? No lol. So frustrating!

      • pixiegirlkc52
        Aug 08, 2013 @ 12:57:14

        Ugh! That sounds incredibly frustrating! I’m surprised they’re not asking for your blood type, favorite position and who his 1st grade teacher was. Bunch of bullshit. I’m keeping my fingers crossed for you!!

      • Jess
        Aug 08, 2013 @ 14:05:34

        Maybe the next batch of paperwork will ask those 😉 lol. Seriously, I hope these are the LAST and we can get a move on with the job thing.

        And thank you!

  4. gypsy116
    Aug 07, 2013 @ 18:47:27

    (((hugs)))

    Reply

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