i hate my job

May 1, 2007

I’m watching the news from Los Angeles. They run a story about a deadly crash in the neighborhood LA lives in. The road named is right by her place. I can remember us driving along that road. My heart about leapt out of my chest. They give no name, but Google found more information for me. It wasn’t her.

I hate my job. This isn’t the first time it’s happened. Won’t be the last.



  1. So what is your job exactly? Im sorry you got such a horrible scare, it really sucks because you seem like a decent respectable type of male…something Ive not come across often.

  2. Decent and respectable is open to interpretation, and I know a few people that might argue that point. But, in the end, I don’t lose sleep over that. I do my best to be a good person, and hope it’s working.

    Speaking of, I need to apologize to my ex. We argued today. Truth is, I feel really great after that. Makes me wonder if I need the arguments sometimes. We haven’t really done that in a while. Blowing off steam is good sometimes.

  3. Well you impressed me so it must be working to some degree.
    Blowing off steam is a really good thing at times and really bad at others.

  4. I think she knows I’m not really mad, just frustrated and still having a hard time sometimes. On the plus side, I did see her bewbs oday.. sort of. >.

  5. haha….I guess thats an upside…
    I had a good day…no evil thoughts of dismemberment and the like…

  6. That sounds like a good day to me. Unnecessary anger means unnecessary stress. Stress is bad. Progress is not made in leaps and bounds, only tiny steps a day, hour, minute at a time. If we could all of a sudden be all fine and stuff it’d be odd and perhaps lessen the experience’s impact in the grand scheme, for good or worse.

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