money, trees, and RAGE

So, I couldn't sleep last night. Every time I would close my eyes I would get an image of that guy stomping on that little pig and it was infuriating me. You just know that someone only does that to animals because they want so badly to do it to humans and they know they can't. So I just lay awake in my bed thinking, Who was that guy? Where is he now? Did he ever get some kind of retribution? Or did he just go on to his next job at another slaughterhouse? I thought of all the people who are paying his salary.

And, I just wanted to murder him. Like, I wanted to rip his face off with my nails. I hope he got swine flu and died a lingering death or something. I wish for someone like Count D to sell him some kind of murderous pet who's going to rip his intestines out and eat them while he's still alive.

When I finally did get to sleep I had a dream the Sorcerer Hunters were chasing him and couldn't catch up to him.

Today I bought a lottery ticket. The lady at the counter told me that the MegaMillions was already gone, someone won it yesterday and it was down to a measly 37 million. I was like, "Jeez, I'd take it." She said, "Anything else?" and I told her, "Can you get me a winning ticket?" What a waste of money. I don't know why I do it other than that I still have these elaborate fantasies of what sort of home (and, yeah, garden,) I would have with 30 million dollars. All solar and organic! And a salinated pool. And to be able to pay off my parents' house so they would never have to worry, and my cousins' house and my aunt and uncle, and then to send all my cousins to college so that they would never have to worry. For the rest of their lives they could do as they pleased. And I'd buy fuel efficient cars with the highest safety ratings for everyone. Some more aviaries, and a nice little studio. Oh, man. Such elaborate fantasies I have. I think that everyone knows what they'd do with lottery money, right? We all think about it. ^_^

Then I went to Wild By Nature to by a chocolate bar and there was this free promotional thing going on with some guy giving people a stress test, and he asked me if I wanted one. I told him, No thanks, and no sooner had I said that than the fire alarm went off. The guy behind the deli counter got startled and waved both his arms in the air spastically and I just started laughing. I said to the stress test guy, "You sure picked the right day to be here" and he laughed and said, "Should I take everyone's blood pressure now?" Then the nice dude who I think is the manager was going by and I asked, "Do we have to leave?" and he said yes, everyone had to evacuate the store. I didn't get my chocolate bar, but let me tell you, if I had been one of those people with a full cart of groceries and I had to leave, I'd be pretty miffed.

Umm, so remember I was babbling about that beautiful cherry tree yesterday, well I bought it. I'm waiting for it to be delivered. I'd like to thank my ex boss, Dr. Dickwhistle, because it was on my hefty unemployment card. Actually, every time I use that card (which I do all the time, not the least of which is for weekly groceries,) I want to thank him. But to thank him in that needling way, like, "Wow, you just totally paid for this awesome thing, and I haven't worked for you in a year. Isn't it fun that you're still paying my bills, douchenozzlehead?" And it's not as if I haven't been looking for work, because remember, I actually had that one job that was supposed to begin Thursday, but obviously tha got canceled. >_< I fill out applications everywhere, but in this economy, no one is hiring. So, Dickwhistle is still paying my way. Aww. ;)

It's raining a straight up bitch and will continue to do so all week, apparently. I'll take pictures of my new pretty tree once I have it planted. ^_^

money, trees, and RAGE

So, I couldn't sleep last night. Every time I would close my eyes I would get an image of that guy stomping on that little pig and it was infuriating me. You just know that someone only does that to animals because they want so badly to do it to humans and they know they can't. So I just lay awake in my bed thinking, Who was that guy? Where is he now? Did he ever get some kind of retribution? Or did he just go on to his next job at another slaughterhouse? I thought of all the people who are paying his salary.

And, I just wanted to murder him. Like, I wanted to rip his face off with my nails. I hope he got swine flu and died a lingering death or something. I wish for someone like Count D to sell him some kind of murderous pet who's going to rip his intestines out and eat them while he's still alive.

When I finally did get to sleep I had a dream the Sorcerer Hunters were chasing him and couldn't catch up to him.

Today I bought a lottery ticket. The lady at the counter told me that the MegaMillions was already gone, someone won it yesterday and it was down to a measly 37 million. I was like, "Jeez, I'd take it." She said, "Anything else?" and I told her, "Can you get me a winning ticket?" What a waste of money. I don't know why I do it other than that I still have these elaborate fantasies of what sort of home (and, yeah, garden,) I would have with 30 million dollars. All solar and organic! And a salinated pool. And to be able to pay off my parents' house so they would never have to worry, and my cousins' house and my aunt and uncle, and then to send all my cousins to college so that they would never have to worry. For the rest of their lives they could do as they pleased. And I'd buy fuel efficient cars with the highest safety ratings for everyone. Some more aviaries, and a nice little studio. Oh, man. Such elaborate fantasies I have. I think that everyone knows what they'd do with lottery money, right? We all think about it. ^_^

Then I went to Wild By Nature to by a chocolate bar and there was this free promotional thing going on with some guy giving people a stress test, and he asked me if I wanted one. I told him, No thanks, and no sooner had I said that than the fire alarm went off. The guy behind the deli counter got startled and waved both his arms in the air spastically and I just started laughing. I said to the stress test guy, "You sure picked the right day to be here" and he laughed and said, "Should I take everyone's blood pressure now?" Then the nice dude who I think is the manager was going by and I asked, "Do we have to leave?" and he said yes, everyone had to evacuate the store. I didn't get my chocolate bar, but let me tell you, if I had been one of those people with a full cart of groceries and I had to leave, I'd be pretty miffed.

Umm, so remember I was babbling about that beautiful cherry tree yesterday, well I bought it. I'm waiting for it to be delivered. I'd like to thank my ex boss, Dr. Dickwhistle, because it was on my hefty unemployment card. Actually, every time I use that card (which I do all the time, not the least of which is for weekly groceries,) I want to thank him. But to thank him in that needling way, like, "Wow, you just totally paid for this awesome thing, and I haven't worked for you in a year. Isn't it fun that you're still paying my bills, douchenozzlehead?" And it's not as if I haven't been looking for work, because remember, I actually had that one job that was supposed to begin Thursday, but obviously tha got canceled. >_< I fill out applications everywhere, but in this economy, no one is hiring. So, Dickwhistle is still paying my way. Aww. ;)

It's raining a straight up bitch and will continue to do so all week, apparently. I'll take pictures of my new pretty tree once I have it planted. ^_^