Cutout
It's pretty pathetic that the entirity of what made my weekend was that my priest was only 5th on the core healing meter, but as soon as I saw that I wasn't 1st I immediately knew that the other guys had been overhealing like crazy. Overheal meter put some of them upwards of 22% while I rested on barely 2%. Yet again I take the heal team back to preschool, give it some spanks, and use my leet heal skills to hire Vincent to wang smack them all for me.
Now in the REAL world, what I accomplished could be summed up as "balls" where b=25, a=17.2, l=0 and s=-4.
So that's a whole lot of nothing I've accomplished this week yet again.
I still haven't done anything as far as shopping for my mother for the holidays. I'll end up getting her a gift card for 50 bucks, same as I got for my sister, and not even wrapping it. They'll be disappointed and think it's thoughtless (because it is) and wonder why I don't have nice stuff for them since normally I buy for December in February.
The money to spend on stupid crap just isn't there. Gift exchange doesn't make too much sense. If I spend 20 bucks on something for you, and you spend 20 bucks on something for me, then basically we both just paid 20 bucks for something we probably didn't need or want or will never use rather than just shopping for ourselves to start with.
Remember the B3 rule:
Is it...
a Blowjob?
some Beer?
or Bankable?
If not, you just unnecessarily wasted twenty of my dollars. JEWISH dollars, which are worth more than Christian dollars by far.
If those were really my only three "necessities" in life right now I'd probably have to flip out and start cutting people's heads off.
Livingwise I need food, shelter, and a lot of money to ensure that I continue having food and shelter. Sanitywise, I'm not sure what I can do.
The military thing kind of fell through. Yet again I got punished for being honest. Seriously if I'd have just lied on my application like everyone else, I'd have been just fine. I refused to let it sink in until I got home that I'd just been bent over and assraped by life for being an honest person for about the 130942 x 10^231-ish time.
I sat in my car for a long time and just let myself get cold. I punched the top of the steering wheel simply because normal humans are supposed to express themselves physically somehow, but really I just did the usual staring off into space and not blinking for a long time thing.
Once inside I think I shouted something to the effect of, "Why do I always get fucked for being an honest person? Why don't I just fucking lie like every other fucker out there who gets rewarded for being a shady piece of shit?"
It could've been inside my head, though.
Taking a few deep breaths, sitting down, accepting it like a mutt with a shotgun shoved so far up between his eyes that he's going crosseyed trying to see where the shot's coming from.
I'm supposed to be out of here by the end of the month. Knowing that "home" isn't and is rather a synonym for "hell," Chaos offered to let me stay here for a bit longer than I'm really supposed to.
My plan now is going to be the following.
-see how much money I have in the bank
-find out if that's enough to secure a place in Canada for a year, allowing for necessities and customs processes as I get a work permit and put it to use.
-when inevitably I find out that I really only have three cents in my account, I'll try to scrounge for a place here and hit the police academy a couple towns over.
-failing those, I'll go insane at my family's house and OD on whatever possible to remove one more disgusting, noncontributing humanoid.
-Descend as an ephemereal being in a beaver costume and light my own crematory fire. Kind of like how i'm closing this short with this cutout.
Now in the REAL world, what I accomplished could be summed up as "balls" where b=25, a=17.2, l=0 and s=-4.
So that's a whole lot of nothing I've accomplished this week yet again.
I still haven't done anything as far as shopping for my mother for the holidays. I'll end up getting her a gift card for 50 bucks, same as I got for my sister, and not even wrapping it. They'll be disappointed and think it's thoughtless (because it is) and wonder why I don't have nice stuff for them since normally I buy for December in February.
The money to spend on stupid crap just isn't there. Gift exchange doesn't make too much sense. If I spend 20 bucks on something for you, and you spend 20 bucks on something for me, then basically we both just paid 20 bucks for something we probably didn't need or want or will never use rather than just shopping for ourselves to start with.
Remember the B3 rule:
Is it...
a Blowjob?
some Beer?
or Bankable?
If not, you just unnecessarily wasted twenty of my dollars. JEWISH dollars, which are worth more than Christian dollars by far.
If those were really my only three "necessities" in life right now I'd probably have to flip out and start cutting people's heads off.
Livingwise I need food, shelter, and a lot of money to ensure that I continue having food and shelter. Sanitywise, I'm not sure what I can do.
The military thing kind of fell through. Yet again I got punished for being honest. Seriously if I'd have just lied on my application like everyone else, I'd have been just fine. I refused to let it sink in until I got home that I'd just been bent over and assraped by life for being an honest person for about the 130942 x 10^231-ish time.
I sat in my car for a long time and just let myself get cold. I punched the top of the steering wheel simply because normal humans are supposed to express themselves physically somehow, but really I just did the usual staring off into space and not blinking for a long time thing.
Once inside I think I shouted something to the effect of, "Why do I always get fucked for being an honest person? Why don't I just fucking lie like every other fucker out there who gets rewarded for being a shady piece of shit?"
It could've been inside my head, though.
Taking a few deep breaths, sitting down, accepting it like a mutt with a shotgun shoved so far up between his eyes that he's going crosseyed trying to see where the shot's coming from.
I'm supposed to be out of here by the end of the month. Knowing that "home" isn't and is rather a synonym for "hell," Chaos offered to let me stay here for a bit longer than I'm really supposed to.
My plan now is going to be the following.
-see how much money I have in the bank
-find out if that's enough to secure a place in Canada for a year, allowing for necessities and customs processes as I get a work permit and put it to use.
-when inevitably I find out that I really only have three cents in my account, I'll try to scrounge for a place here and hit the police academy a couple towns over.
-failing those, I'll go insane at my family's house and OD on whatever possible to remove one more disgusting, noncontributing humanoid.
-Descend as an ephemereal being in a beaver costume and light my own crematory fire. Kind of like how i'm closing this short with this cutout.
posted by red at 05:48
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