Cross your fingers behind your back, squeeze mine until they crack

Another banner day of good times here in the Eastside.
Actually, I spent most of the day on the Northside.
Back in another lifetime I used to drink underage at a bar called the Northside. We used to do kamikaze shots in honor of the dive punk bar that formerly resided on that spot. The first bar I ever snuck into was that very bar-Cavanaugh's if memory serves. In my mind it was as awesome as CBGBs. What do you want from me-I was 16 and within easy reach of beer and smokes and real live adult people at an 18 and over bar. Ahhh, youth...why did I have to spend the bulk of it in a psychotic haze?
But I did, didn't I? No use crying over attempted overdoses, now is it?
Today someone bumped into my co-worker's car. This bump caused no damage whatsoever-as far as I could see-but it was contact between vehicles and that's not good. K. made a big fuss over it and the dingbat that did the damage said she wasn't sure if her car was insured since her husband had just bought it. Uhhhh...ummmm....right...clearly we are dealing with a rocket scientist on holiday. Lord.
I was in a pissy mood. Like I'm ever in another kind of mood-honestly. I'm unpleasant. I'm thinking of having a shirt made with that written across the chest. I'll wear it when I go to the Wash so maybe the men that seem to line up to mack on me will get a clue without me having to travel the entirity of the restaurant food an drink in hand whilst attempting to get away from the advances.
But really, what a sucky day. The weather went from gorgeous to terrible overnight. The dog refused to do his business so I was stuck walking up and down the street imploring him to do his sinful dirty business.
Moment of humor:
Mum had a dream that went like this:
"Your dad and I were in a garage and he was working on the car when Jon and Stephen showed up. I was so excited. I told them that you would be so jealous that you weren't there. Stephen said, "Oh, yeah, I know her, she's a member of the Colbert Nation. Tell her I said 'hi.'"
"Why were they there?"
"I don't know."
"You didn't ask?"
"It was a dream, what do you want from me?"

So that was fun.

Today tho, not fun. For some reason I found myself crying while thinking about "Don't Go Back to Rockville." Not listening to it mind you, thinking about it. I mean, I'm down with hormones and stuff but that's just weird. And I'm pissed because I keep trying to pick a fight with that childish dick on the board and he doesn't check the internets often enough for a proper wank. If you're wondering-I'm kind of hoping to get him to leave. I drove him into hiding once before--how hard should it be to do it again? I mean really, Blob Dylan? I bet he calls Ellen Degeneres "Ellen Degenerate" too. What a tool.
Work is boring. Not in a bad way. As if that makes sense-there's good boring and bad boring? I guess I'm saying that. Just go with the flow. I'm not saying I dislike it-although K.'s level of bad mood doesn't help me get through my mood swings since I can't help but feed off the feelings around me. And I'm just a miserable cunt when I'm like this. Just wicked-kicking people out of the building because I bloody well feel like it, shutting off their computers just to be spiteful, yelling and drawing attention to anyone that is acting in a manner I find annoying, ignoring people when they speak to me, refusing to help stupid old ladies book their sodding flights to Fort fucking Lauderdale for Thanksgiving weekend. None of that even makes me happy, and usually being a bitch brings me joy. But I can do it and get away with it-so I push the envelope.
I'm really not someone I'd want to be around. I'd avoid me if I could.
I've convinced myself I'm going to be unemployed again my the Pagan Tree Ritual holiday. Reasons not worth typing out-that would make them real-but I do think it's worth saying that the fact that I'm an ass has nothing to do with it. That's a symptom, not the disease.
Today I bought this big giant Sims collection. I don't even know why-I just did. Now I own it and I'm going to have to play it. I played with it for close to three hours and managed to ruin the lives of an entire family. The man was on the verge of losing his job and was forced to clean up after the rest of the family, the son was flunking out of school, the woman was throwing parties where she'd invite the whole town and hit on all the guests and the daughter has no social skills, eats constantly and dresses like a refugee from Little House on the Prairie. If I ever read the rules I fear for what would happen to Sim City.
That's where I'm at. There was some very loud noises coming from next door, but I just assumed it was robbers and since I don't want to get robbed or killed or whatever I just let them have their fun.
Gee, why do I spend so much time alone?
I just do not know. I am charming, surely people crave company from people like me.