Tuesday, April 28, 2009

So here it is.

I pissed off my boss today. Maybe, accidentally, on purpose, I don't know... I didn't SET OUT to do it. Yet, it happened. He won't fire me and I don't think I want him to do so, but, all I can think is... What the fuck is wrong with me? I need this job and I love aspects of it and there are people STARVING. Yet, my selfish soul will go all willy-nilly and start TRYING to lose a "good" job, o.k., A JOB...that sucks. But it is MINE and I get by with murder and still try to get by with more... Am I trying to buck a system that is not ready to be fucked with? Am I allowed to get pissy when I know I'm right? Can I continue to get by with job roulette? You can be some people's friends, drink with them, KNOW them (I have more than one boss, three, in fact) like family, but they still hold your existence in their ever fickle grasp. What does that mean? Where do I run when the friendships grow stale and my personality is no longer a resume?

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

I can't stand up for falling down.

I try. I really do, I'm a serious person and then I'm suddenly retarded. And the sad part is, I truly lose myself and become wrapped up in whatever I'm doing. It doesn't even have to involve me. Actually, I usually prefer it when it does not. Now, I do anyway, years ago, it was the Ann show, the world be damned. Then I grew up, abruptly, unwillingly, and kind of realized something amazing. It is not up to me. Not anymore.
I had my window and now I applaud and bow to our new generation. We are waiting... we have been for so long now...

Suddenly, I just might give a fuck...

So, the election happened and I was thrilled.
The economy tanked, as I knew it would, not so thrilled.
No one seemed to care that we had tortured people and shredded our rights.
Not fucking thrilled.
The memos were leaked...
Oh, shit, we might have justice. I smell it...
Not so much.
I stop caring and look at the world six months later...
We have REAL things happening...
Memos RELEASED, fucking officially, by MY President,
Which I can, finally capitalize without gagging.
That is a gift from god, in itself, although, then there is THIS.
He may be a gift
From the Universe, ITSELF. And I thank it very much.

LAMBERT.

Wednesday, September 24, 2008