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Blog Break Number 2

Posted in absent blogger, angel, crap, crazy, home, mom, netbook, tired

Okay, so I find myself pulling another all-nighter.

Before I dive back in to work, I'm taking a quick blog break. Spit my mind out, so to speak. To be honest, this hiatus isn't working out so well for me. Sure, I've been sitting on my ass for the last 2 months or so, but I feel like something's missing. What's missing? It starts with "Php" and is followed by a bunch of zeros at the end. Yeah, I miss the mundane trappings of a subservient existence. That's because that subservient existence brought food to the table. But then again, it's that same subservient existence that made me sick enough to call it quits in the first place. There's a pickle for you.

So I just tell myself to suck it up, and get on with the show.

Being cooped up in the house has really done a number on my thought train. It's like somebody shoved a cork down the idea pipe, and i'm struggling to find things to write about. Yeah, I can still spell "stifled creativity". Speaking of being creative, I'm gonna have to find ways to bring in the dough or else Mom will have to kick me out of the house. I'm too pretty to be a hobo.

I really can't get over how my computer kept breaking down this month. It must've thought it was going to be replaced by a brand spanking new laptop, so it decided to retire. Sadly, the laptop never materialized, but the stupid machine retired anyway. So now I'm reduced to using this old junker from my computer shop. This one's as slow as molasses. If you happen to be a sweet generous angel, who has no problems giving away a MacBook Air, smile my way please?

Anyway, break time's up. Time to take a nosedive.

Of course I'd settle for something cheaper.

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Digital Heartbreak

Posted in goodbye, netbook, paranoid, pathetic, screwed

So I have just received my final pay from the last whorehouse that I slaved for, oh joy.

More like, "oh crap".

This is another classic case of counting the chicks before the eggs hatched. How was I supposed to know they'd be cutting my back pay in half? It's a sad, irritating, double deduction. Do you know what's worse than not getting paid? It's not getting paid twice over. I'm tired of explaining things to myself over and over again, so forgive me if I'm not overly willing to make you understand what happened to my portable 8.9 inch dream. It has never sucked to be me as much as it does right now.

Oh and it gets better. I think I'm having my usual paranoid delusions again. Everyone's out for my throat. What's wrong with you people? What's wrong with me!? I have no other recourse now but to crawl back into the dark crevice that I call work. This time though, I want to be choosy. I want to look at all the angles, and not just sign up with the one with the most number of zeros scribbled on the job offer. I'm thinking of going close to home on this one. I dunno.I still want to write, though. No matter how crappy my articles are, I still think I'm good at this writing stuff. Aren't I? Talk about a confidence boost. I think I really need one right about now.