(Anesthesia) Pulling Teeth‎

I will be glad when my night shift tonight is over, it feels like i have been going and going and going for over a month... do i really have so little time these days to relax? I haven't felt this burned out since exam week first year of university, of course i wasn't working 12 hour shifts and having my teeth pulled in University either, maybe i should have been, i am really missing Windsor, and i am waiting for the chance to go back. I would love to feel better from this surgery and the root canals to be able to go when i have a huge fucking chunk of time at the end of the month, but as with all my wishes it probaly won't fucking happen. I need my pharmatcuticals, but i have this stupid straight edge mentality when it comes to work to not have my mind clouded by anything but fucking pain when I go in, why can't they just make a drug that makes you smile and all happy when dealing with pain and other peoples bullshit?

Current Mood: in pain.
Tooth fairies. Black Forest. They feed mostly on calcium. Bones, skin, organs. There are no remains, because there are no leftovers. All these things do is eat, and eat, then poop, then eat agian. But they do usually go after the teeth first. Hence, "tooth fairies."

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Cowabunga.

Back to the job search i go... not really anything to do right now but play turtles smash up and watch tv so i decided to wander downtown and look for a job. I am feeling really good at the moment and trying to ride this positive feeling as long as it lasts and not let anything get me down. Current Mood: Positive. Perseverance is not a long race; it is many short races one after another.

Fall Of Cybertron III: Where’s Poochie.

It is very easy for me to fade away and just get bored of other people and politics when games are played. I’m not even fucking blinking when someone else who I’ve done things for, constantly for months with no rewards suddenly forgets I exist. That’s real easy for me to fucking deal with. Con politics, games, asshole people that don’t pay there Fuckin promises from day one? Don’t call my number. I stepped away from this shit once on my own. I have no fucking problem doing it again. I feel used and betrayed, but for me it was a Tuesday. I suspect jealousy and politics but I also know when to stick a fork in something when it’s done. I’ve got no interest being around anyone that doesn’t want me involved in there little cliques. I mean this thing was fun but from day one it was political. I don’t need stress and drama in my life. I can hang up my Wizard robe and move the fuck on. I did a great job of it on my own anyways. I don’t look amateur hour like the rest of them. And I no longer

Fuel Injected Suicide Machine.

Pissing me off is never a good fucking option. I have a life and I don’t need to make fucking sacrifices for anyone if I choose not to. I’m getting real fed up with simply being expected to do and arrange things so someone else can have a fucking escape. This is starting to become a fucking pattern in my life. Some I choose to do for, but others, when I’m starting to notice a fucking pattern? I’m gone. I will always be gone. The fact I have yet to step foot in England when I have a secondary place to stay should speak volumes in terms of this freindship and how it’s no longer even. I’m sick of things only being halfway when I’m trying with certain fucking people and I can bail and close ranks and not give a flying fuck about anyone anymore when I’m not being treated with respect esp. given to mine and my brothers financial situation. I don’t mind making sacrifices but I’m still going to make sure that my main fucking priorities are taken care of. I’m not going to pretend to keep th

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