To all the gays who dare cross my path

I dislike* you’ll. Really. Truly. And genuinely.

That doesn’t mean I’m racist or gay-ist because I don’t want you’ll dead or have you’ll tortured or call names or avoid you’ll like the plague**. I just don’t want same sex marriages legalized.

And for the sake of my sanity I would like you’ll to know a few things:

Please do not discuss your escapades during lunchtime. It puts me off my food. Since I have the courtesy of keeping things private, I expect you to do the same. That is also why I don’t want gay marriages legalized, then it would be a normal lunch conversation and I can’t slap you with sexual harassment.

Just because you’re gay don’t think you can get away with sexually harassing a member of the opposite sex.

Sexual harassment includes anything that makes a person feel uncomfortable. So talking about the intern’s yeast infection makes not only the person who has it but the entire room uncomfortable.

If you were normal and depressed, I’ll listen. If you’re gay and depressed, well that’s why you have psychiatrists.

Don’t pull the sympathy card because you’re recovering from depression. I have my own problems and no one grants me a 3-month paid vacation.

Also do please stop shouting in street corners and on the beach, there is enough noise pollution.

With this post I’m guaranteed to lose a few friends and most probably my job, oh what the heck I just had to say it…

*Hate I’m told is a strong word.

**But I’d like it if you’ll avoid me like a plague though.

A grumble from the past…

Do I know you?

Oh wait, I think I remember…

weren’t you the one who tore up my prized posters,

barked at the guy I fancied, turned my friends against me and nearly messed up my job?

How could I forget?

The time I ran away. The sting after the slap. The look on their faces.

Now you’re back, to pay me a visit, how kind of you!

Since it has been a while your name has slipped my mind.

Oh Anger, yes that’s right!

You’ve brought friends? What a surprise!

Nice to meet you Frustration and Self-Pity, how long do you’ll plan to stay?

Lyeff

I’ve got a new toy and no it’s not a new boy. It’s a LAPTOP!!

I love my shiny new laptop even though I don’t know a single thing about it (reading ‘ laptops for dummies’). Now that I have this wonderful piece of absolute awesomeness I can fill all those fresh, blank, inspiring word documents. Such fun.  Must also start figuring out how Photoshop and Illustrator work so I can use that instead of drawing on random scraps of paper, which I end up losing and mum ends up finding.

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My Art Director leaves in an hour. I don’t know how I’m going to like my newfound boredom, but what else can I do!

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We (The parents, sister, Shadow and I) are house hunting and this would be our 1,0000000000th house. I’m too depressed to blog about it.

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Work is also depressing. While cleaning up my work that’s saved under an Apple (like the ones you eat) icon I realized that none of my interesting work’s gotten through and the ones that have are just utter rubbish. That’s scary, terribly upsetting and embarrassing. All I want to do is hide!

Blurtings…

Men tend to irritate the hairs that cover my head, and that my friend happens to be a million angry curly bastards.

Psycho Girl annoys me till I feel the heat burn on my ear. Oh shit maybe it’s the radiation emanating from my phone.

Clients who want to release their artwork at 10 in the bloody night frustrate me so much that I want to crack their craniums. All 142 of them!

Ah the family has its own set of troubles, which I feel rather worrisome about.

So no wonder I’m an explosive packed bunch of neuroses, waiting, as G would say to release an explosive outburst.

I’ve also been sleep deprived.

Warning: Run in the opposite direction if you see a red eyed, fizzed haired, demented creature in PINK!

An awful friday

I’m stressed.
I can’t think straight.
There are so many things going on in my head.
Little sparks and lost thoughts.
Followed by a quick succession of flashbacks.

Tempted to rebel and let sanity escape.
Tempted to stay put and fight my way.
Confusing as it is, there seems to be either this or that,
and a tingling sensation to break that bitch’s neck.