It’s not even the stolen items that upsets me, it’s the fact that I have no way of knowing who did it. There is no way to go about making them pay.
I slept in the garage last night with a knife in my pocket, hoping they would come back, but I knew that that was highly improbable, and it wasn’t worth the sore back I woke up with.
I feel like some random sacks of shit have defeated me in life, and I really need some sort of victory right now to get me back on track.
I’m having cheese for lunch.
Literally the only person I have had regular contact with at my job of almost 4 years has moved on to another company. I’m quite scared now, because she was my lifeline to this company (which is based on the other side of the country).
I bought myself a coffee this morning, drank it, and then immediately curled back up in bed and fell asleep for another couple of hours.
I think I did that incorrectly.
I love waking up at 6am and driving two hours to a canceled photoshoot.
Somebody shit in the living room.
If anyone has been trying to contact me via my phone in the last 24 hours, my service has been dead, apparently.
On my desk for the next few weeks.
I appreciate most of you.
Fucking Californians telling me that I’m “going to miss California” and trying to make me regret my moving decision. Look fucknuggets, I have never felt like I belonged here, I have never been “one of you”, and the fact that you are so arrogant in your micronationalism suggests to me that you are exactly what I am hoping to leave behind. Piss off.