Sometimes I don't get it...

[rougaroux]

You'd think that life would be full of ups and downs, and they'd be spaced out and stuff and it's all good. But no. Nononononono, that's not how it is.

Look, I'm lodging a complaint against life right now. Yea, you heard me. Life, I'm going to talk to your supervisor, because you, my friend, my buddy, my pal, are effectively screwing me over.

Life: Oh look, it's a heat wave week. I bet she'd love to work every day of that week, oh yes.
Me: .....*dies of heat*

Life: Look, she's going to Israel in February! I think having some guys launch rockets there would be nice. Yup, sounds like a plan to me.
Me: .....shit.

Life: Look, she's been feeling kind of good for a bit now. I think killing off a friend would be nice. *kills*
Me: *cries*

Life: Look at the ceiling fan. It deserves to break. *fan breaks*
Me: *cuts foot on broken glass* ...Ok, I deserved that one.

Life: Look! Dana's leaving Tuesday! I know the perfect going away present! Let's make her internet connection crappy for the night, that way she can't talk to her!
Me: ....*whacks compy*

Life: Oh yea, she forgot Alex would be leaving. Let's make that momentous day...soon. How about Friday? Friday sounds good, Friday is a good day to go off to college.
Me: .....

I'm through. You hear me! Life, you and me have got some problems. I'd be all "West Side Story"-esque and suggest a rumble, but you know, I'm fine. I'm mellow. Just bring it all on, I want you to pile up the hurt this week, because I...am unfeeling. I am going to be cold, and calculating, and going to bury my feelings in, and I will survive.

No, this does not mean I am going to drink. I'm not going to take pills, or drink, or contemplate suicide or any such stupid thing like that. This means I am going to drive myself into my work, my friends and their problems, and leave mine be. I'm sick of mine, let me at some of yours guys.

Bring on the week. I'm gonna take it on and come out on top. So I might get a few scratches in the process...that's ok. War wounds make for good stories.

Comments

[shinistrife.livejournal.com]

....I do hope by "scratches" you mean tiny almost invisible marks and nothing like stabbing your foot with a piece of glass please? *snugs*

[rougaroux.livejournal.com]

In my defense, it was a big ass piece of glass that I did not see till it was in my foot. And scratches means I'm hoping for something like a nine inch scar or the like. I need some cool way to pick up chicks at bars you know. *snickers*

[shinistrife.livejournal.com]

T_______________________T

Do not make me coddle you, stuff you into a plastic bubble, and then shove you into a padded room.

[macchiato.livejournal.com]

...Maybe we should call an authoritative figure and ask them to release a nuclear bomb so that it sets off a chain reaction that will eventually destroy the world?

Deja vu, man. We talked about life being a bastard sometime before -_-

[rougaroux.livejournal.com]

I know man, I know. Deja vu is a bitch, but yeesh....come on, tell me someone is truly not out to get me. Because it seems like it is. And you know I rarely complain.

[macchiato.livejournal.com]

Shoot, how did you know I was out to get you? =O ...Nah, I'm just an impersonator. But I don't think there is. Unless they're jealous because you're such a good girl *shrugs and pets*