We haz change

All right - in a little over a month, I'll just have one job.  Because one company bought the other.  I'm choosing to see this as the gods doing for me what I couldn't do for myself.  I have also explained this to the eMpTy Man and the eMpTy Son.  Both seem to get it.

We're moving to a smaller apartment, and I'm working HALF THE HOURS!  This means more time to write, which means more time to blog, so while I formally apologize for my starting and neglecting this blog, it will actually get back to its mission, soon.  My birthday is the Ides of October; give me until then, my nonexistent readers, and then I'll make you love me.

Now, I'm going to go watch The Exorcist again.

Yep, still batshit

I just gave a cigarette to the little retarded girl downstairs (who, for future reference, I call Curly Locks, because she has curly hair and I can't remember her name and I hate calling her the little retarded girl, especially since she's like 25).

I am not in a blogging place, even though I have a plethora of topics.  Sigh.  Blogging requires some kind of persistence.  When I find mine, I'll let y'all know.

Now I'm gonna edge away from that incredibly high cliff of Depression.  Y'all just relax until I'm back, and I'll go watch True Blood.

You didn't expect the crazy, did you?

One of the things you'll learn about me is that I go in cycles.  They're called Major Depressive Episodes.  Depression exists even if you're medicated, see, and you just have to roll with it.  Although I think I'd like to resolve not to post craziness on the blog, if it's all the same to my nonexistent readers.

Maybe I'm bipolar or maybe I'm just a Libra, but either way, I'm back in the world, and this is a good thing, so soon there will be posts with, like, content.

AHEM

Sorry about all that shit.

BACK TO PRACTICAL.

Regardless of how stupid our parents are we will get with it.  YAY!

Ha ha ha ha

Well, I've left the "bury-your-head-in-it" part behind me.

My goodness.  That boy who sings in New Order is just the cutest.

Anyway, the point is that you will never die when I am here.

Always, always, always for you, my dear.

OK no

MAYBE THE TIME HAS DRAWN THE FACES I RECALL.

No, it hasn't.  I remember every goddamn single one of them.  Aaaah.  You have no idea.  St., and H., and PJ, and JT, and Ters, and oh yeah, who was that guy that I had so much faith in?  Oh, wait, it'll come to me.  Oh wait, what was it?  Oh yeah...

SANDY.

Yeah, Mr. Gilzow.  We'd like to hear from you, despite us being outside your FOR.

Too many mind

Oh, have you seen The Last Samurai?

I'm afraid that historically it was hideous.

Nonetheless, the eMpTy Man and I loved it.  I mean, even though it was (SUPER CRAZY ASS WEIRDO) Tom Cruise.

Yeah.

Right now, the eMptY HEAD music is The Sad Café by the Eagles.  Go with that.  Get to my place.  Sigh.

Mmmmmm h8rade

Today I am full of hate for doctors who dictate while standing next to LOUD CONTINUOUS BEEPING THINGS.

BRB going nuts

Listen, MT-who-shall-remain-nameless, if you want answers to questions you'll have to make your questions less cryptic.  I'm pretty smart but I'm not psychic.  Leaving a note that says "which one" with no indication as to which one of what just makes me fantasize about ways you could be punished.

Also I'm pissed off that you didn't type all of that job earlier and then uploaded it.  

No love, 

Me.

Listen to the language scream

Okay, MTs, look.  This is your NATIVE EFFING LANGUAGE.  And you can't tell when you've just typed utter gibberish?  COME ON.  Take the time to ask yourself if what you just typed made any goddamn sense.  NO!  IT DIDN'T!  Now, are you going to worship the ignorant doctor, or recast or leave a blank or do something that shows some kind of goddamn intelligence and respect for the beautiful, wonderful tongue we call English?

Oh.  I forgot.  This is the USA.  Everyone gets a ribbon for showing up.

Why oh why...

Why do I keep getting reports with a bunch of hard returns at the end?  Do people just hold down the Enter key while giggling madly until they're led away by kind nurses and put back in the rubber room?  ARGH.