Today was a terrible day. A girl at my work, who hasn't gone to school in 15 years, got an analyst job that I was trying to get. She is unqualified, but sucks political dick (not sure if it's figurative or literal). I am very upset about this because I have been working my ass off in school, and I deserve the job. I had to hide my angry and resentment all day. I've been having suicidal and homicidal ideations (thank the psychology degree for that word). It has been getting more and more difficult hiding my problems, and I can't afford my therapist right now. My grandmother once told me that, when she was younger, she tied a nylon around her neck and tied it 9 times; and said that if god wanted her to live, she would be able to untie all the knots.
Well, she's alive, so I guess she got all the knots untied....that or she punked out and cut the nylon. I wonder if that means the suicidal thoughts can be passed down genetically. . .
Anywho....Here's a lighter story from the ol' family memory bank.
When my great uncle was younger, my grandmother had the duty of watching him every now and then, and tell her mother if he was having a seizure (he was prone to them every now and then). One day, my grandmother walked passed Ricky's room, and saw my great-uncle behind the bed, shaking. She assumed that he was convulsing from a seizure, so she ran into her mother's room, and told her. Much to everyone's surprise, when they went into my uncle's room, it was found out that he was not having a seizure. He was actually masterbating. My great-grandmother had to explain that to my young grandmother.
On the note of masterbating....head on over to twitter and follow @edenfantasys...they have great deals, and do giveaways.
-Wolf
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