State of the Union Address
It's been awhile, but I feel like it's time for another State of the Union address...especially (spell check says I spelled the word wrong - what do you think?) as it's late at night (11:30 - fuck off, I'm old on the inside) and I'm drunk (I like parenthesis). I suppose the union consists of the following subsets: love, life, work, professional development and puppies.
In terms of love, I think the nation of Serlandia is well aware the situation is shaky. An attack was made last February, which rocked the land to its inner core. Despite fighting valiantly against external forces, love appears to be losing. I don't know what more to say except to quote the card posted across from my bed, "I wish my heart had a map to tell my heart where to go." In other love news, I feel highly unlovable which is hard to rectify with the fact I know everyone loves me except for the person I which would love me (who I think does love me, but not enough to be inspired to enact major life changes to save his life from a life without ME.) So I feel loveless. Which makes me feel worthless. Except for I know I am loved...just not by the person I wish in the way I wish. Oh, woe is me.
In terms of life, I'm alive. What more do you bitches want??? Before I started writing this blog entry I was seriously considering suicide until I realized I have a dog and who in the hell would take on TJ? And by that I mean in the days before I was discovered. But in any case, the thought came to me that people with dogs probably rarely consider suicide. Both because you can pull your pup in for a cuddle whenever you need one and the overarching fear that your dog will start eating you as soon as you die. What can I say? I was raised in a harem wherein I read Delores Clairborne at way too early an age.
So, pro dev (as the cool kids say it). As my friends know (all 5 of you!!!) I've been working hard on preparing for the GMAT. To get my personalized critique from my GMAT class instructor I needed to finish my third practice GMAT before midnight PST tonight. While I was successful in completing that practice test my score dropped 80 points in the last month. However (a) I hate motherfucking excuses and (b) I suck. Since I haven't *technically* set a date to take my test all that shit is just practice, but I still have a bee in my bonnet about that shit. In other professional development, no one is buying on the site right now, so we have no accounts, so I'm essentially a redundant employee, which means my ass is most likely on the line should (when?) budget cuts come. Thanks assholes who couldn't afford their mortgage in the first place. Thanks a whole fucking lot.
Puppies are puppies and it's spring, so it's a good ass time. Enjoy: http://www.dailypuppy.com/. And if I kill myself before we speak again...well, at least you heard it here first.
PS: TJ says woof.
In terms of love, I think the nation of Serlandia is well aware the situation is shaky. An attack was made last February, which rocked the land to its inner core. Despite fighting valiantly against external forces, love appears to be losing. I don't know what more to say except to quote the card posted across from my bed, "I wish my heart had a map to tell my heart where to go." In other love news, I feel highly unlovable which is hard to rectify with the fact I know everyone loves me except for the person I which would love me (who I think does love me, but not enough to be inspired to enact major life changes to save his life from a life without ME.) So I feel loveless. Which makes me feel worthless. Except for I know I am loved...just not by the person I wish in the way I wish. Oh, woe is me.
In terms of life, I'm alive. What more do you bitches want??? Before I started writing this blog entry I was seriously considering suicide until I realized I have a dog and who in the hell would take on TJ? And by that I mean in the days before I was discovered. But in any case, the thought came to me that people with dogs probably rarely consider suicide. Both because you can pull your pup in for a cuddle whenever you need one and the overarching fear that your dog will start eating you as soon as you die. What can I say? I was raised in a harem wherein I read Delores Clairborne at way too early an age.
So, pro dev (as the cool kids say it). As my friends know (all 5 of you!!!) I've been working hard on preparing for the GMAT. To get my personalized critique from my GMAT class instructor I needed to finish my third practice GMAT before midnight PST tonight. While I was successful in completing that practice test my score dropped 80 points in the last month. However (a) I hate motherfucking excuses and (b) I suck. Since I haven't *technically* set a date to take my test all that shit is just practice, but I still have a bee in my bonnet about that shit. In other professional development, no one is buying on the site right now, so we have no accounts, so I'm essentially a redundant employee, which means my ass is most likely on the line should (when?) budget cuts come. Thanks assholes who couldn't afford their mortgage in the first place. Thanks a whole fucking lot.
Puppies are puppies and it's spring, so it's a good ass time. Enjoy: http://www.dailypuppy.com/. And if I kill myself before we speak again...well, at least you heard it here first.
PS: TJ says woof.
posted by La Doña at 11:36 PM
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