Feck Off Technology

Technology is supposed to make our lives easier.
Today it is not making my life easier...it is making it harder, it is making me angry. And you don't want to see me when I am angry.
*gets real mad, changes into the Hulk and smashes the city apart.*
Not only is the site where I uploaded my book effed up but our Outlook at work is fecked up as well. I can't do my job it I can't send emails.
This should be priority number one!
Actually priority number one should be making me happy, and priority number two should be not inconviencing me with failing technology. Come on people!
This isn't the age of the Commodore 64! This is the age of wireless internet and youporn websites...
*pissed off*
I am strongly considering shit kicking my computer and tossing it out the window.

With A Rack Like That

I love Leppy.
She entertains me. She chauffers me around. She takes care of me.
Like for example she brought me a heating pad to heat my back today.
But the best part of Leps is that she always likes to give compliments.
Like this morning for example. I was showing her my new jeans and was complaining and saying, "I don't know, they sort of look funny in the crotch region."

And Leppy replies, "Who's looking at your crotch when you have a rack like that!"

Je absolutly aime Leppy!

For A Laugh

I'm here all week, be sure to tip your waitress...ecspecially if it's Leppy!!! If it's Leppy you best be giving her mad coin.

When...

When every thing is not right, I fight
Pray for sight & work to abolish my plight.

When everything is clean, I'm mean
And am the queen, of causing a scene

When things are okay, I stay
But stay away, tomorrow and today

When I feel small, like a porcelain doll
Into a ball I crawl, and wish I could bawl

When I am afraid, that everything will concave
I try to be brave, but long to be saved.

When I am mad, and think of what I had
I feel bad, about feeling so sad

When life is my friend, I think it'll be okay in the end
That things will mend, our rules we'll bend

When things feel nice, I try to entice
And make it percise, with a roll of the dice.

When day turns to night, I have the foresight
To give up the fight, and turn off the light.

Love?

Love is not without fault.
It changes over time. Sometimes it fades, sometimes it grows and sometimes it is extinguished, like a flame being blown out on a candle.
People are looking for their one true love. The one true thing that simply doesn't exist. The one true thing that is pure fantasy fiction.
But alas eventually love turns into something else...sometimes admiration, sometimes simply lust, sometimes annoyance and even hate.
Does loving someone forever and ever really exist?
Through thick and thin?
*shakes head gloomily* I don't know.
There are things I simply wouldn't stand for, no matter how much I love someone, no matter how much they were suited to me. Like cheating on me, or hitting me, or murdering a small kitten just for the hell of it.
Love is not what is depicted in novels or films or songs.
Love is flawed. Love is beautiful. Love is resentful and bitter. Love is annoying.
Love is waking up next to someone for twenty years and still wanting to wake up next to that person.

Love is poison.

This is what reading love letters does to me or listening to Nick Cave's Love Letter song.