Work

Work can be a good thing until you come to dread it. The one thing I liked about my old job is that I could get lost in the repetition and think about anything I wanted.

I've only recently come to hate the job that I am in, I suppose I should just be thankful that I have a job, that I have insurance, and that I no longer have to work retail, the latest I am home is usually 5 or 6.
So what I hate the people I work with and I want to gouge their eyes out? So what they are useless walking fleshsacks that should be exterminated for the good of humanity? SO WHAT I AM THE ONLY ONE THAT ACTUALLY DOES ANY WORK!?

I am considering poisoning them.
With sap from a South American tree frog.

That shit will fuck you up.

Every Day I'm Publishin'

About to publish my short romance, Trials and Passion, on Smashwords.

What Whaaaaatttt!

Jackson Pollock once said that the only thing he learned from Thomas Hart Benton was to drink a fifth of vodka every day.

The only thing I learned from my writing professor was that I hated writing classes.

These two facts have nothing in common.

But I like Jackson Pollock.