my rant

hello friends,
so do you ever have those days, when you wonder why you picked your career or your friends? well today is my day. having decided to look nice for work, because i feel like shit, because i have a cold, i was promptly insulted. i was asked, in my flowey, hippy shirt, if i was hiding some thing under it. for the record i have not had sex in a long time, and i have also lost 30 lbs. on this jaunt thru asia. fuck you. (sorry mom). and then was told my best side was my back for a photo. listen here all you bitches. i am getting paid a shit-ton of money, and i look fabulous, so back off. i have struggled for years to get where i am today, and i am proud of myself. if you are jealous, get over it, and shut the fuck up. and don't waste your breath on me. i am so frustrated that my so called "friends" can't be nice. i do not expect any type of praise for anything i do. i do expect an a certain amount of respect not only pertaining to my job, but also as a human being. if you can't give that to me, than refrain from speaking to me or even glancing my way. i have enough friends, i need no more. and if you think for a second i give a shit about your petty ramblings, you have another thing coming. leave me alone, do your damn job, and shut the fuck up.

deep breath...


on a lighter, less angry note, i have twins in my future. and sometime soon i will be going back to the states. Japan was freaking cool. korea is a wonderful place. stay the hell out of china. just sayin'.
AND when sitting in your hotel chair at the GS PLAZA hotel in daegu, korea, be very careful. i have an inch long splinter in the depths of my calf. i am trying to decide whether to dig it out myself, or go to the hospital. yea me...

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