what's wrong, sammy?

this.

like.

all this is all wrong.  you need to be that far away.  but you're not.  so.  get back a bit?

is this  a style change on blogger?

i think i might have gone crazy this week.  like "things don't work right now, because my brain model of things doesn't match the reality model" kind of crazy.

so.

i've actually been (kind of) doing ok for the past few weeks.  coping with the usual sanity-deficient parts of my life.

and these constant shit-ass hurricanes.  like, ok.  if you're going to try to do a thing, don't be like, "hah, i gasped at the barricade before me and died a hero!"  bitch, this is taco bell, and you didn't fucking pull up from the menu board to the order board.  i hate you so much, i hope you light on fire so i can just pull around and be like, "dunno.  bitch lit on fire.  number 8 please.  no lettuce.  that shit gross."

so i guess regular stuff.  i finished the super stressful shit at work, and today my boss was all, "hey, you haven't done this shit, but why don't you look at it a  bit too.  because your coworker is a hot fucking mess."

he didn't say that.  but she's such a fucking mess.  and this is me.  sammy "drunk till tuesday" worker-chan.  honestly.




anyway, i neededed to vent a bit, so thanks for being ventable.  i thought i'd have to pause my tumblr queue, but i reblogged enough.

also, hey!  Mr. Christopher!  if i reblog at you a thing, and you look at it, any chance you could tell me how hard such a thing would be?  it's this face mask/gag/hood that is so super wonderful.  just a, hey, i know people who know stuff about things! ask the questions!

sorry.

druknk sorry.

i will stay offline until less so now.

love,
sammy