Zombie Last Supper

 

 

This is the last supper alright. :}

 

How is it…

1. that the guy you want never wants you back? And instead you get the weirdo fuckface who won’t leave you alone?
2. (just like) you spend years pining over someone and the moment they want you back, you tell them to fuck off?
3. you deprive yourself of the shit you want to eat and yet that other chick swallows a cow every other day and she’s still 2888kilos lighter than you?
4. you never have the money when you have the time to do shit BUT when you do have money, there is nothing to do?

Seriously, how is it?? And these are just some of the basic questions. Let’s not even get into the serious heavy duty shit just yet.

 

 

drool.

The hottest guy I have seen in a long time. Like I want to swallow him whole.

Add tattoos and I’ll fucking inhale him.

 

Is there more to this?

I know this lady. Husband dies a month just before their 22nd anniversary. I can imagine the pain and loss and the shock of having to rejoin the workforce. At the same time, you have sympathetic souls who keep telling her that it will all be ok, she still has them.

My question is this. When she’s in bed alone, the same bed she used to share with the love of her life, are you there? Who makes her feel better at the end of the day? Ms You-Have-Us-At-Work?

I admit I was one of them.

“Oh, you’re strong enough, this will pass.”

Then it hit me. She is alone now. We all are. No matter who you are or how you’re connected, you will always be alone.

Not to sound like some emo kid brimming with angst, this is the fact of life. The sooner you accept that you can’t count on anyone but yourself, the less disappointed you will be.

 

wtf.

I have a bathroom sink that eats up my face metal. I bet if I opened it up, it would be like a scrap yard.

 

Smirk

I made new discoveries while talking to Lou today.

1. Kids will suck the life out of you and make you ask stupid questions. Especially if they involve visas.
2. Online shopping, no matter how draggy, is a fucking bonus when the shit you ordered appears outside your door.
3. Girls will be girls will be girls. No matter how tattooed or pierced we are, clothes and shoes will still make us squeal.
4. In order to apply for a job at any immigration department, in any country, you will need to be an asshole. Preferably with a fat 12″ stick up your ass. In fact, it has to be in their applications – ARE YOU AN ASSHOLE TO EVERYONE YOU MEET? YOU MUST BE AN ASSHOLE OF THE HIGHEST ORDER TO WORK HERE.

All this learning in one day. Some people don’t even get it in a single lifetime.

On a lighter note, I got my fucking clothes! squealsquealsquealsquealsquealsquealsquealsqueal! (see #3)

I have one word – fuckingjoy!