31st December, 2006
When Today Was Slow As Hell
I was hella late for church this morning and that made me feel bad because by the time I arrived, they had already gone through the first, second, and gospel readings. Eeep. Then I bought a panini at Safeway’s and realized it wasn’t all that good, but I didn’t want to make my ass fatter with (another) taco from Taco Bell since I had bought one yesterday.
Work was quite busy when I started since we (a total of five of us) had to deal with about ten carts, but within the next two hours, they were gone. After that, a few co-workers were gossiping since we had nothing to do… kind of. There was always the task of having to shelf-read, but we delayed that. Being there with them helped me realize how small this town/city is. There are only two major high schools in the city; any others are alternative schools for those who have fallen behind. If you didn’t go to one high school, you were at the other and many knew people at both, unlike me. Since I had moved to the city right before my freshman year, I didn’t get a chance to meet those who would attend the other school. But that’s alright. I didn’t need to know a dozen of people or anything. I knew enough.
Damn it. I wish I could write a bit more stylistically, but I cannot. I only remember this every time I read ET’s blogs, which I guess thankfully for me, aren’t many now that’s he’s started school. But damn him. And I’ve come across another person who writes these long entries often, but are engaging enough for me to want to continue reading. Damn her too.
Can you fucking believe that it’s Valentine’s day already? I was walking through Long’s yesterday and noticed that they had already pulled out the damned heart-shaped boxes of chocolate. What the hell. As if I didn’t have enough to pay attention to, now I gotta look at that crap. I used to like Valentine’s day, but now I see it as a useless day. You spend a ton of money for one day to show your love and appreciation for your significant other. Why must it be done on that day? Why do you have to celebrate what you have with everybody else? It’s just another useless Hallmark holiday where it helps to stimulate our god-forsaken economy. Fuck that. When that day comes around, I’m going to tell him, “Fuck this shit. I don’t need a damn calendar telling me that we need to be grateful for what we have. I already am and I can show it to you any damned day I want to.” So fuck the roses, fuck the chocolate, fuck the cards; I don’t need them.
Fuck Valentine’s Day.
No, this bitterness towards this “holiday” is not fueled by my recent events; I’ve had this feeling for a while now.
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