Wednesday, October 3, 2007

Impulse posting is bad for your mental health.
Um, am I really 5 views away from 100? Last time I had checked, I was still like, the most losery loser of loserville because I had like, no views. Did me changing my intro to say this was my 'bitch about people' journal change things?

Hahaha, I find this so amusing. I totally know that's it's probably something like I've always had more views than I remember and I'm just being retarded, but it's early (. . . late? It's totally 1:30 AM, either way.) and I'm tired and stressed out and not looking forward to work tomorrow (today) at ALL, and therefore need to find weird things amusing so I don't go . . . I dunno, drown babies or something.

Don't really have any friends to bitch about, sorry. Well, okay, I do, but I don't feel frustrated enough with any of them to complain. I've just been having enough of a combination of good things to deal with and bad things to deal with that it's all just jumbled into a feeling of "Oh well." Or maybe it's self-preservation, because I've been dealing with crazy co-workers and crazy customers and friends with relationship problems and I'm totally on my way to ruining a great friendship and AUGH. I hate complaining like this, but I think right now, a little venting is healthy.

Although whenever I talk with Danielle, it seems the only thing we do is vent together. And just licking each other's wounds isn't helping anything, but I think it's that we're in the same boat (just on different lakes, if that makes any sense, which I'm fairly certain it doesn't and therefore I am major fail) and she and I both have no one else to talk to except each other, so while we may talk normally to everyone else, we just unload our problems onto each other because the other person understands.

And as much as I feel bad complaining to her all the time, I sort of enjoy it. I mean, having her trust me with stuff she's never told anyone else, and then telling her stuff I'd never tell anyone else makes me feel . . . needed. Wanted. Like I finally have someone who doesn't want to go without me. I was never really that close to Danielle in school (because I was always playing babysitter/therapist to the crazier of my friends), so being close to her now is a pleasant change. Being close like that to anyone is at least mildly pleasant, as long as they aren't batshit insane.

But enough crazy topic turns. I've got work at 10 in the morning and need as much sleep as possible. More impulse posting later, possibly. Even though I hate impulse posting because I generally say stupid things. Like, you know, most of this post.

--Sere
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