i have to tell you that this business of you not working properly since friday is a load of crap. i get that i went swimming and maybe you should be mad about some water getting in you for a little while, but it’s monday. i’m sick of saying “HUH?” when someone talks to me. or having to ask someone to repeat something to me. i don’t like the fuzzy noise you keep making all day. it’s just nonsense! enough is enough! i want my hearing back!!! and when i try to fix you with various remedies, i suggest YOU FUCKING FIX YOURSELF.
“Part of what makes me good at my job is because I was built physically for it. You gotta be hearty. You gotta be able to, like, stage dive and fight off big-ass fucking guys. You gotta be able to, like, play topless and feel like a fucking Amazon. That’s what I love.”—Courtney Love, Behind the Music (via missworld)
so sometimes my phone doesn’t tell me if i have voicemails or not. in fact, 9 times out of 10, it will not tell me if i have a missed call OR a voicemail. normally, i don’t really mind but because i have a fucking dbag phone i missed the voicemail from the program leader out in columbus, ohio for a job that i applied for. he called on the 18th and my phone only just notified me about all my voicemails from the last week TODAY.
i would call him back but he said he was making his decision by that monday the 21st so there’s no point now. i applied to that job kind of randomly so i guess i’m not too disappointed. okay fuck that, yes i am. i’m pissed off and disappointed. i shouldn’t have to miss out on jobs because my phone is a piece of fucking crap most of the time.
yarn is the devil. i'm glad i get to stick it with pointy needles.
i asked my mom to teach me how to knit last night and so far it’s been a slight disaster. i’m blaming the yarn because it keeps splitting and making my job way harder, but really i have no idea what the hell i’m talking about. i’ve got the hand movements down though! that’s a good first step.
also, this is what my social life has turned into. me, my mom, and a ball of yarn. i’m not complaining. it’s just a statement of fact for the time being.
i find it funny that i’m knitting and listening to the distillers at the same time. who the hell does that? granted i always listen to the distillers while doing a range of activities, but i still find it kind of silly.
Scientists have discovered that when you listen to your favorite song/artist/beat you brain automatically feels better, and your heart is protected and the chances for getting a heart attack are getting smaller.