This morning was pretty terrible actually. No clue as to how it got so rough but it definitely got there nonetheless. So after being accused of some shit I was totally unaware of, I realized that trying to make people happy with band-aids is never going to work. Band-aids get soggy and the glue doesn't adhere to you forever. I cried and sobbed in my supervisor's arms which is completely out of character for a G like myself but hey, we all have our moments. Mine just happened to creep up on me when I punched in for work. I've been a blubbering, Burger King binging mess ever since. I've accepted that my day would be shit and I'm content with that...as long as I can get some comfort food.

I even finished my work for weeks...tried to play my favorite addiction these days (4 Elements on shockwave.com) and once my eyes began to burn and my stomach felt nauseous from the continuous swirling of bright colors for 4 hours, I ended that adventure and decided to youtube for a minute...

I would've caught up on the Bad Girls Club or The Office but I did that yesterday

So I watched 22 episodes of weird ass R Kelly's "creativity" to make my life feel a little more normal I suppose. I lost serious interest once the midget stripper shitted his pants after eating a lifeless cherry pie and inhaling unauthorized amounts of steroids from his asthma pump. No surprise here...found R Kelly's rendition of "Wrap it up because you never know who you're sleeping with" rather offensive and unrealistic...definitely made the last hour of my day fly pretty quickly. And I have a new phrase that I'd like to try to incorporate on a regular basis: "You crazier than a fish with titties!"

Yes I'm aware that this is a bit of a brain purge but I miss blogging and I miss being happy. Not saying I'm not happy but I'm not satisfied with whatever is going on in my life. You know, I hate when people put their problems on me as if I'm the cause of their miserable discomfort. I have a conscience and that kind of accusation weighs me down. i cant be my usual happy, curiously strange self if I'm boggled down with the guilt of not providing enough love to a loved-one. With that kind of stress, I'm just a regular zombie-like civilian going to work depressed and unsatisfied with my short-comings.

But tonight, I will fix everything because I'm good at that...I actually suck at fixing people problems because I tend to fail to acknowlegde what changes I need to make on my end in order to improve the relationship but whatever.This try has absolutley got to work. I know this is rather vague and choppy but let's just keep in mind how short this entry is compared to my usual posts...(these next few lines are advised to be read using the distinctive voice of Juvenile the rapper) pretty damn short, hahnh? Didn't waste as much time as you thought you would, hahn? Oh so the O.G. don't cry, hahn?

K, that is all!