One Day At A Time- Screw That

I hate taking it one day at a time.

I hate that one person can fuck everything up.

I hate it that I'm not a violent or malicious person but I wish violence and malevolence on an individual, or rather, a pack of stinking wolves.

It just isn't fair.

This has been my call phrase for god-only-knows-how-long and a running joke in my family. I always want everything to be fair... my father wants me to become a lawyer because of this. But you know, I work with a bunch of lawyers and I'm pretty cool with not being one. The money isn't worth it. It's barely worth it for me to even be thier silly little secretary.

Regardless, soldiering on is required. The crazy one will never go away. Someone will always believe her lies. I feel like this is inevitable-- and people are the constant variable-- no one ever knows.

Got the new Shins album today and Handsome Boy Modeling School. Who doesn't love baroque rock and the greats Dan the Automator & Prince Paaaaaaaaaaaul ?

Not that it matters.

When I'm really depressed I buy new music.

Guess this finally got to me.

And I can't even really say what this is. Limiting my words-- man, that crazy girl really knows how to stick it to ya. Seriously. Oh... lord. I should just work on a story, not on this blog. I should just be not thinking about it, detatching myself, eliminating the emotional elements. But it's hard not to feel personally attacked. It's hard not to feel curtailed and hated. It's hard not to want to grab the nearest sharp object and puncture tires.

But One Day At A Time. These things can take months. Years, even.

Jesus.