I have absolutely no idea where my life is going from one day to the next. It’s a general, vague statement and I’m sure I’m not the first person on the Earth to make it. If any normal, mentally stable and healthy person had access to my paper & pen blog I’m sure a.) it would be much more entertaining than this little piece of net space and b.) they would surely assume I was completely insane and totally unsafe as a human being. I reread entries from when I was pregnant and the year after that then made a couple new ones. Few and far between, but extremely depressing and bipolar from one entry to the next. I’d hate to think if I die that’s what’s left behind for my family and daughter to remember me by. I’ve been considering tearing all the pages out and starting with something fresh, but the little voice in the back of my head says that just maybe if I’m aiming to leave something behind it should be honest.
On a lighter, less emotionally retarded note: I’ve been dragged into this little thing called prime time television for tweens. Considering no one who is obligated to comment on this through Despair.nu or Exentrique has touched an Xbox outside of Wal*Mart or their boyfriends house (no offense intended) you should know of this crazy little show I speak of: Gossip Girl. However much I wanted to hate this show I am now fully addicted enough to spend time finding them on the internet and watch 9+ episodes of the first season in a row (excluding a few that the sound was jumbled on). All the Idol watchers and pretty little club girls can now rejoice you have another at least half zombie who has joined your ranks. Against my will and only because of my extreme curiosity over the stupid preview I accidentally saw about someone killing someone else and someone coming out of the closet which now that I know the characters for the life of me I can’t remember who was who. The all look like model clones how am I supposed to tell them apart?
I’m so lost and confused lately. While I’m still pushing ahead in life (as much as I can) I often find myself going on auto pilot one too many times a day to be considered safe. Hopefully when I get a job the whole “living constantly in my head” thing will go away and I’ll stop being so…greedy(?) with life. I think given my situation I’ve seriously asked for far too much. Or maybe I’m asking what’s normal and Joe just isn’t selfless enough to give up being a douche. Who knows?
Anywho, since I’d rather not concentrate on the “bad karma inducing things” in my life I have an offer for anyone reading this blog and willing to give me their first and last name + birth date. Free tarot card reading either through e-mail or phone (if I know you personally). I’m testing out my so called “skill” and would like to offer my services more to strangers because I feel as though I might be subconsciously doing cold readings on the people I know even though I’m just reading the cards that pop up. Warning: I’m not Miss Cleo. I don’t claim to be psychic, but I do believe that if used correctly tarot cards work. If you’d like one throw me an e-mail at thegirl AT lesswenchmorehench DOT com with the subject “Hey Bat Girl, READ ME!“
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I haven’t done a whole lot lately. Just kind of existed. I had a j-o-b interview and it went horrible. Crash and burn would be my exact words. The guy just flat out didn’t like me. I was as honest as possible. I thought that counted for something, but he was still a wanna-be corporate zombie. Here’s the basic conversation that went on.
W-B CZ: Why do you want to work at NAME OF COMPANY HERE?
Me: Because it’s really close to my house & I could get here everyday on time.
W-B CZ: Are you a “people person”?
Me: I’d like to think so…
W-B CZ: Well the customer is the most important thing here at NAME OF COMPANY HERE so it’s important we hire people who can tolerate customers and treat them with respect.
Me: I think I could do that.
W-B CZ: Could you come in at 6 am instead of 8 am?
Me: No. My husband doesn’t get off work until 7 am and there would be no one to watch my daughter.
W-B CZ: Oh. Most people are just lazy. So where does your husband work?
Me: Kenco. He works 3rd shift obviously.
W-B CZ: Oh my dad works there. What’s your husbands name?
Me: Joe…
W-B CZ: (writes down my husbands name & his shift). Well if you’re not a people person you should go work at Kenco. They don’t have to deal with people hardy ever and if you can’t deal then you should definitely be there. Why don’t you try working at Kenco?
Me: Umm. Because I’m 100lbs of nothing except skin & bone and I can’t even drive a car let alone a clamp lift.
W-B CZ: Do you shop here? Some people come apply here, but shop at Fareway across the street.
Me: …uh yeah I shop here. Why would I go an extra 100 ft just to carry groceries another 3 blocks back to my house.
W-B CZ: Well I guess you wouldn’t. Well thanks if we don’t call you within a month just apply again…
Me: …bye.
Yeah. I felt like I was being interviewed for some blood sucking, ass kissing cult. It was horrible to that last bit. The crazed look on the guys face just made me nervous. And he kept bringing up where my husband works waaayyy to much for my comfort. He also kept saying that if “I worked hard enough I could get to where he is and be accomplished!” Yeah, being the manager of a grocery store at almost 30 is a HUGE accomplishment. WOAH! Dream big. (had to do it) I’m going to try Subway later on this week because they like me down there. It may be just because I buy from them a lot and eat like a morbidly obese woman who shouldn’t even be able to walk, but it’s worth a shot regardless.
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Wow, tonight was vicious. So was this morning. It’s kind of a blur as to how long I’ve been up and what not so try to keep up with me please.
I would just like to post some kickassary right now.
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It’s pretty simple to understand and read the stat tables they have on Bungie.net, but just in case the score is on the far right side and my gamertag is “BatGirlMcGee“. Seriously was kicking ass ALL night long. When you’re beating rank 20’s and 30’s in score that has got to be one of the best birthday presents ever. Of course it wasn’t all awesome. When we would get owned we would then get matched up with the same assholes again…and again…and again. It was pretty annoying and at some point and time I remember saying “Bungie hates me” over and over. At least I can always remember a birthday that didn’t totally suck.
Now the only thing that’s left is to make it through the rest of the day completely deprived of sleep and in “video game” mode. I’m sure if my parents take me out to breakfast/lunch I’ll make a reference to me doing something as “achievement unlocked“.
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In my current morbid state of mind I’ve been dwelling on something really…selfish? Cynical? Human? I’m not sure if one of those words even fit the mental vomit I’m about to spew, but I sincerely hope you get the gist.
I’ve been wondering lately if I ever got extremely, terminal ill would there be anyone to care? Honestly give a damn. Deep down. I have friends and family yes, but most of them are so distant. The relationship I have with even my husband sometimes feels forced and fake. If I died how long would it take for my husband to find someone else to screw? I figure about a month at most. We’re all just human right? We can only truly be faulted for things against the law. Or if you buy into the whole “god/religion” thing I guess you can be judged for that too.
What would my funeral be like? Would anyone who claims to be my friend in the interwebs even make an effort to show up to pay their last respects? I doubt it. Can I blame them? No. Again they’re only human. Would there be a bunch of the normal funeral bullshit said? “She led such a good life” or “She was so kind, caring, and loving“. While I do try to be all those things more than likely the person saying all of that wouldn’t really know if I was or not.
What I would want was someone who knew me to come out and say something like “Heather was a weird girl. The type of girl didn’t like those little hard, chunky, things in meat. That’s why she didn’t eat hot dogs or bologna. A girl who loved to name things & draw. A girl who loved a good scare and a dirty joke. Heather was the type of person who tried her hardest not to give a damn about anyone that wasn’t worth it. I bet she’s looking up at us right now from Hell screaming in pain and cursing every single one of you in here. May she rest in whatever peace she can find.” And so help me, if I see one priest, rabbi, nun, or minister there I will go poltergeist.
I guess deep down this is why I was always so tempted with suicide. I could write a few final sentences to a few special people who I think deserved it. I could die at my own pace instead of the “natural course of things“. I could maybe even leave a decent looking corpse. But unfortunately as any true gore fan knows death is never, ever pretty. Ever. But that thought hasn’t been aloud to seriously cross my mind since I became totally responsible for another human’s well-being so I guess I’m messed up in that sense.
My total life experience so far has shown me that this world is one fucked up accident and everything in it follows that same logic. There is no big man behind the curtain nor anyone floating around up in the sky smiling down on you. And the only “mystical” thing I believe in is karma because that’s the only thing that ever worked for me.
So I guess what I’m trying to say is after a certain point in your life these thoughts are probably normal. And while that “certain point” in someone’s life for most people probably isn’t until they are 40+ mine is right now.
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