I'll get myself in trouble one day. Ah well.

Okay. I don't know what's up with me. My stomach has decided to throw a tantrum. And it hurts. So much.

Anyway.

I'm trying to think of something that inspires me so I can share it with you.

I can't.

My music is just enjoyable, but hardly inspiring. I haven't read any poems lately. I finished 1984 (the book) yesterday and I kind of hated it. It was so damned depressing. Winston fails at everything. He gives up Julia. The evil people win. It sucked.

I also liked it.

Doublethink, I suppose.

My main interest at the moment is bar work and making cocktails. I effing love it. I don't effing love my boss. Good thing I don't have to see him that much. But mark my words--the next time he speaks to me like he did last Saturday he is gonna get it. Me or any of my coworkers. How men like him are allowed to exist is beyond me. Ah well. He pays my wage. His bar makes money. I have fun. We're all winners.

I'm also rather interested in Zach, but that's a given (:

Oh, and my sister had a run in with an awful boss the other week. I don't know how anyone thinks they have the right to get mad at her. Because they don't. Not her. Particularly not men in positions of authority who are mainly taking out their frustrations about things that have nothing to do with her or the work she is doing her best at.

This particular man.....there are a few choice words I'd like to whisper in his oh-so-privileged ear.

Some people need a solid punch in the kidney. Preferably with knuckle dusters.

Quite a lot of people, actually.

Hey. I like this song.