try smashing the pinata 4 times & get this

.clear nights
.sticky days
.silent sighs that you still hear
.soaring miles and
.calculated smiles
.fake tears
.words flying through my atmosphere
.forgiveness bounds
.to the sunset, lies
.capturing another innocent moment
.starshines and
.hello goodbyes
.bright eyes and
.perfect fits
.specific inspirations
.so many temptations
.where do i even begin

“(work) you are my bitch lover!”

Current mood: stabby rip stab stab There’s nothing worse than waking up after a refreshing 10-1/2 hour sleep to the sound of white noise because the alarm is set to some non-existent am station at 7:05 a.m. Except the OH fuuuuuck that follows.

Or..

Traffic being worse than normal at the hour and minute of 7:40 a.m. immediately after you get off the line with your boss (who probably thinks you’re a complete jackass because mind-you, this is only your sixth day at work, you’ve disappointed her when her idea of really late is 15 minutes and yours is 60, and you’ve already called in sick one of said days due to a kidney infection that should’ve been properly diagnosed 2 weeks prior). Anyways, those shifty drivers really suck.. but mainly because they’re too worried about holding their Starbucks coffee label-out.

Wait, this gets better..

So after making an emergency trip to the bathroom before I drop off my things at my cube, (and I sit around a guy that SO closely resembles that spaz in Office Space..the red-faced guy who ends up laid up in a wheelchair..yea..) I’m obviously being hygienic and press the soap pump. ONLY to get that pink shit all over my crotch. I could only afford to delay the dry time 3-4 minutes before I had to face the boss-lady.

I walk into the office with this psuedo piss spot, hearing the “Hey Amy! Can you shut the door? What’s up?” in that fake, sugary niceness that makes me cringe. And yea, her eyes wandered.

What a comedy of errors! It reminds me of that one friend you’ve had over the years where nothing you do works out, you’re always running late with them, miscommunications and drama follow you everywhere (and those near and dear to me know exactly who I’m referencing..)  At any rate, that’s what my yob is like.

I’m the only one without 5-10 yrs. of insurance experience. How the hell am I supposed to know that you can only insure this because it’s attached to the deck that’s attached to the house and therefore, it’s classified as this.. and you can only cover this if that is there. Fuck if I care about this ya know? It’s insane. Yet another notch on my resume where in the end, I’m thinking: “How the hell did I get hired here?!”

Whatevs. This is too funny. Like a clown.
Well, more like those clowns in that Glassjaw video.
True bitch lovers.