Mood:

Dear Livejournal,
Mood: Frustrated (furry fox face looking angry)
Right, so we have the ol' "I have to agree I'm 18 years or older to read about how some vapid bint got fired from OfficeMax for missing work" when at 18 I can enlist in the armed services, buy cigarettes and legally view pornography.
There's something fucked up about Livejournal's rating system.
I think to put that annoying shit on your blog you have to prove you've posed naked and posted it to your blog.

Where do you see yourself in five years or where don’t you see yourself? Why?

Probably making a post about some shitty blog.
CAN YOU BELIEVE LIVEJOURNAL WILL EXIST IN FIVE YEARS?

Hopefully working, happy, and expecting (or already with a little one). In five years, I'll be 34! That's already past the age most doctors recommend having children and I really don't want to have one in my 40's....

You're not allowed to have children.

I'm not sure if it's me loosing interest because of "depression" or loosing interest because of the lack of, but certain things that used to appeal to me

Dear retards of the internet:
There is a critical difference between "loose" and "lose".

(like browsing artwork at FA and DA) have little appeal to me. The same goes for drawing. I'm not going to say I don't want to ever draw again, but for right now I just don't have the desire to.

DA is DeviantArt and FA is FurAffinity (furry version of DeviantArt but DA is already the furry version of DA so that makes FA entirely redundant).
Did you know people with talent post on DeviantArt?
I know, I can't believe it either.
Like check this shit.
Can you believe a girl can capture the sheer badassery of power armor like that?
I sure fucking can't.

Old news, but I lost my job at OfficeMax earlier last week. I wasn't overly bitter about it or anything of that nature.

EIGHTEEN YEARS OR OLDER TO VIEW.
SHIELD THE CHILDREN.
Incidentally, look at this funny thing that happened to my FFXIV character yesterday while doing leves:

Didn't know you were that kind of girl, Edie.
Sticky tongue in the ass ewwwwwwww.


WHAT IS WRONG WITH THIS GAME?
Also astute players of FFXIV will note the game actually lists EXP before SP now.
Also the font is a lot darker with no shading.
This was during the beta shut up.

I saw it coming when I ended up calling out two weeks before because of my vomiting problems. My last day I was taken into the office and told because I'd missed so many days in my 90 day probation period, they would have to let me go.

Missing days during your first 90 days of work is generally inadvisable.
In fact I have a friend who got a job and was having literally having a panic attack he had to miss a day a month in.
Worked out, though, but still.
SERIOUS FUCKING BUSINESS.

A part of me wonders if they weren't too much in a hurry to do that just so they could find someone more suited to sell shit. What can I say?

Yeah places of business are generally pretty eager to fire people who can't do their job.

I still spent the rest of the week whaah-whaahin'g about it though. I'm pretty much over myself now and am ready to dust myself off and look for work again. I can still apply for unemployment though, but god, do I ever feel so guilty about doing that.

No one else is.

My vomiting issues haven't gotten any better and I've been to the doctors about it. My GP made an appointment for me to go see a specialist about it and the specialist is trying to have me set up for an appointment to go and have a tube shoved down my throat (I forget the name of this procedure) to view my throat, stomach, and a few other stuff for things like growths, ulcers, or anything else that might be the reason why I feel the need to vomit so much.

Debilitating genetic aberrations and she wants to reproduce.
I don't see a problem here.

Originally I was going to write an entry about what I'd been up to the past couple of weeks, but fuck it. I'm ranting because I need to vent this out. Oh, and no cuts for you. Deal with it.

Except there was a cut.
You dumb slut I had to agree I WAS A FUCKING ADULT TO READ THIS.
I THINK I CAN HANDLE WHATEVER SWEAR WORDS YOU HAVE FOR ME.

I received a "short letter" from someone who I used to consider a friend of mine. We had a falling out (if you want to call it that) and I was told that this person could no longer talk to me anyone because I hurt their feelings and they were just emotionally crushed at how heartless I acted towards them (their words, not mine).

Awesome.
I'd frame that shit.
Then again I save especially humorous trolling I do in video games so I'm pretty strange.
The crown jewel in my trolling career has to be in FFXI when I stole Valkurm Emperor out from under a guy and got the Empress Hairpin.
He was so buttdevestated HE QUIT THE GAME.
I think I unlocked an achievement for the Xbox version despite playing on a PC, that's how awesome that was.
Achievement unlocked: get someone else to quit the game.

Apparently I hurt their feelings so much that they ended up crying to one of their friends or whatever. So i get painted as this horrible, mean monster from the underworld for god knows how long.

It's like that movie Hero.
I've achieved enlightenment through trolling. My mastery was so extreme I don't even have to do it anymore.
Also before we continue with this meandering post I'd like to point out her issue with this takes 17 paragraphs to conclude, and they're not like my paragraphs (which are sentences with paragraph breaks) they are honest-to-goodness paragraphs with a topic sentence and a bridge and all that shit. I count lines, not sentences.
I consider it a quicker and easier read.

About a year or two later (I can't remember) out of the blue I received a letter from them again. I don't remember if it was because I had sent something back to them or they were just sending me something to send me something. I was still reminded in this letter of how badly I hurt this person's feelings, but they were going to humor me and write to me again.

Oh my God who cares?
Is this shit really over letters?
Really?

I think I was working at Wal*mart at the time, so I rarely had any time to do much of any letter writing. Honestly, working nights had it's perks, but it took so much out of you. I was busy with my family (my mother was becoming more and more wheelchair bound by this point), and life in general. I failed to keep in contact "enough" with this person, so by the time I finally did manage to get back to them, I was told "Sorry, you didn't respond to me in "---" of time. We can't be friends anymore". Never mind the fact I wrote them a LONG letter explaining in detail what I had been up to since I last wrote. It didn't matter, I took too long. The end.

Oh. Sorry to lose you as a friend but if that's your intent then I guess this is where we part ways.
IS THAT SO FUCKING HARD?
I skipped some paragraphs.

So, as a gesture of goodwill, I sent them a St. Patty's day card and a letter because even though this person clearly "didn't" want to hear from me anymore and "couldn't" be penpals with me anymore, I still cared about them. I wasn't trying to start shit or rehash the past. I just wanted to drop a line and say "Hey, how are things with you?".

GET OVER IT.

I want to, so badly, scan this letter and post it so that others can read it and tell me what they gather from it. I'm not going to lie, I have been known to fly off the handle over certain things without truly understanding them. One of the reasons why I love my husband SO much for being neutral about so many things (something I love and hate).

You're married?
Ugh.
So I'm going through my FFXIV pictures (since I got started earlier) and I found a shot of pre-beta Edie and beta Edie.
Sure looked different back then~

I read this little "dear john" letter on the way to work and it just made me so -angry- to think that this person would honestly try to act as if they were a better person for not corresponding to me because it goes against their conscious and with compromise their goals. Wtf/e. They list saying they didn't hear from me at all in 2010 and because of this, this was one of their reasons for not writing me anymore. Gee. I'm sorry I didn't write to you last year. My mom died a year earlier and I was like, you know, still mourning? Oh, and my husband and I were busy trying to clear out my family home and help my dad sell it.

The best part about writing about irrelevant shit no one cares about around irrelevant shit no one cares about is I'd like to think I at least made an attempt to be entertaining.
Also I try to copy the smallest unit of information (that makes sense) that I can and I end up with these massive paragraphs from her.
GET TO THE FUCKING POINT YOU DUMB CUNT.

Earlier, obviously I was really fucking pissed. I wanted to rip the letter up and throw it in the nearest trashcan, but I didn't. I probably should have because by the time I had read the rest I was shaking. It brought up old feelings and ripped opened old wounds between this person and I. Thank god I had a ginger chew to settle my stomach in my purse, otherwise I would've been vomiting because my anxiety would be through the roof.

Jeeeeeeeeeeeesus.

It pretty much was the rest of the day, but no puking. Double that with having to work with my manager Jake (who is trying to quit smoking -- nicotine fits anyone? ) and I had an overall shitty fucking day. My nerves were shot by the time I clocked out. But I wasn't raging or anything just.. "indescribable".

Dear Livejournal,
Mood: indescribable.
Wait, so you're upset that you can't properly describe your emotions, and yet you're upset.
That just, like, blew my mind, man.

As I type this, I still feel that way. My "Leo" side, the side that refuses to "suffer fools gladly" as well as not tolerate injustices is just itching to send out a response, telling this person how I shouldn't have to feel bad about having a life that prevented her from writing back "fast enough".

SUFFER NOT THE UNCLEAN TO LIVE.
Wait, no, that's Warhammer.
The antithesis to this.
Fuck it I'm done.