without you it's a waste of time.

hey again, blog. it's been a little while since the last time we properly spoke. i'm back from a much needed respite. how have you been feeling? well gee, that's great, because i haven't been feeling so top notch. my sleeping patterns are totally ruined, work's cut my hours and the apple pie i made last night has a salty ass crust which is NOT ACCEPTABLE >:



so i basically pissed off for a while so i could deal with my pent up emotional rage somewhere that wasn't totally public and reminiscent of a more attention-seeking me, as i know how that tends to give some people the shits. but i'm back now, with the attitude that fuck them, it's my blog and i'll talk about what i like and you can deal with it. i go out of my way to draw you pictures, so you shut your whore mouth and just enjoy them okay? sweet.

now what have i been up to these last few days? anything of importance? to tell the truth not really, but that's okay because i can make up for my lack of exciting existence through storytelling. once upon a time, there was a cheapass establishment.. we'll call it psycho pete's discount furniture. said cheapass establishment decided to go out of its way and cut its staff budget right back, and some poor cheap labor kid who happened to work there had her hours sliced down to a feeble seven a week. now, poor cheap labor girl had just started to save for a goal of a certain amount of money. whatever could she do, now that her one source of income had been drastically watered down to basically nothing at all?



well not quite. she went and made ten thousand resumes and got a list of places she'd like to potentially work for, and decided that one of these days she's gonna go out there and get a better job. sigh, well. i've got nothing to report besides you've missed nothing. nothing's happened, i've felt nothing in the last few weeks but boredom and sheer hatred of man. i think it's definitely time i got a new job. and a life. but for now, i'm going to shower and prepare for a fun day of cleaning bird cages. my finches are nesting, did i tell you? my little green ones. it's cute, they're building a nest together. an adorable yet short-term, obligatory relationship but a relationship nonetheless. and i get to watch every minute of it, like a fifty-year-old singleton with ten cats and no children. such an exciting life i lead, no?



i'm off. sleep well blogspot; at least one of us can.