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16 years ago
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Well, for starters, I have started taking St. Johns Wort to deal with the very minor manicness that is me (basically mellow-out, shut-up-Bryant pills) and it seems to be working, one of my complete and utter white trash child of a meth junkie coworkers got in my face because her rotten toothed mother (who I originally trained with, thus, got to hear about her 20+ year Methamphetamine addiction) cannot walk properly, forcing me to budge up every time she walks past, this woman is 300 lbs OVERWEIGHT (meaning she tips the scales at a little over 450, she is not quite 5'9), now I've been getting up every morning at 3:30 AM to make it to a training class on high speed internet to be taught things I already knew, and I get to sleep around 10pm-12pm....
....interruption for clarification, this is for my idiotic Day job working for Verizon, not the Border Patrol....
So I've sent the week so far getting 5 to 3.5 hours of sleep, I've about had it, so she passes by, again, forcing me to curl up into a tiny Bryant ball to make space for her cetacaen like bulk, and I complain to a coworker that I'm tired of being inconvenienced just because someone else chose to spend the last 50 years abusing their body (she, the land-whale, had complained that she can't lift her legs high enough to step over my feet)... so her daughter decides to have what Aaron Mcgruder has dubbed a N*gg*r moment, gets up in my face "OH NO YOU Di-INT!".... now... normally this is where I I'd simply snap kick the not inconsiderably porcine daughter in her knee and see if she bounced when she went down, or at least got into a shouting match...
..Instead, the new, more mellow, more relaxed me, simply stretched out and started chuckling, I mean, seriously, I was unfazed, it was very odd... Apparently either St. Johns Wort has one HELL of a placebo effect, or its just really mellowing.
I think I'll get a much better idea this sunday, when I attend the latest Furizona Furmeet, because then I'll be able to test my new mellow against people who I generally get very nervous around and overtalk... loudly.
Also if you are reading this and my descriptions such as "Land-Whale" "cetacaen" or "Porcine" disturb you, understand I have nothing in general against overweight individuals, its a lifestyle choice for some, biology for a few, but the fact is that I have no sympathy at all for Junkies or white trash, you spend your life sucking alternatively on a Meth pipe and a box of Ding Dongs and you suddenly find your body doesn't work anymore, go fuck yourself, seriously, No gov't help, no welfare, no unemployment, no job, do not pass go, do not collect 200$, you did this shit to yourself. You get one, read it 1 body, take the best care of it you can, its never too late to start repairing the damage, but don't bitch about it to me. You aren't a wounded veteran, you didn't sacrifice your health working in a coal mine to feed your family, you decided to drop out of high school, get really into the 60's/70's peace movement, ate or smoked anything a guy wearing a beaded headband offered you, and now you reap the consequences of your ignorance and lack of self control.
....interruption for clarification, this is for my idiotic Day job working for Verizon, not the Border Patrol....
So I've sent the week so far getting 5 to 3.5 hours of sleep, I've about had it, so she passes by, again, forcing me to curl up into a tiny Bryant ball to make space for her cetacaen like bulk, and I complain to a coworker that I'm tired of being inconvenienced just because someone else chose to spend the last 50 years abusing their body (she, the land-whale, had complained that she can't lift her legs high enough to step over my feet)... so her daughter decides to have what Aaron Mcgruder has dubbed a N*gg*r moment, gets up in my face "OH NO YOU Di-INT!".... now... normally this is where I I'd simply snap kick the not inconsiderably porcine daughter in her knee and see if she bounced when she went down, or at least got into a shouting match...
..Instead, the new, more mellow, more relaxed me, simply stretched out and started chuckling, I mean, seriously, I was unfazed, it was very odd... Apparently either St. Johns Wort has one HELL of a placebo effect, or its just really mellowing.
I think I'll get a much better idea this sunday, when I attend the latest Furizona Furmeet, because then I'll be able to test my new mellow against people who I generally get very nervous around and overtalk... loudly.
Also if you are reading this and my descriptions such as "Land-Whale" "cetacaen" or "Porcine" disturb you, understand I have nothing in general against overweight individuals, its a lifestyle choice for some, biology for a few, but the fact is that I have no sympathy at all for Junkies or white trash, you spend your life sucking alternatively on a Meth pipe and a box of Ding Dongs and you suddenly find your body doesn't work anymore, go fuck yourself, seriously, No gov't help, no welfare, no unemployment, no job, do not pass go, do not collect 200$, you did this shit to yourself. You get one, read it 1 body, take the best care of it you can, its never too late to start repairing the damage, but don't bitch about it to me. You aren't a wounded veteran, you didn't sacrifice your health working in a coal mine to feed your family, you decided to drop out of high school, get really into the 60's/70's peace movement, ate or smoked anything a guy wearing a beaded headband offered you, and now you reap the consequences of your ignorance and lack of self control.
