What a tangled web we weave!
Everyone is the one until the one falls down
Then we're all just "Please! Please! Please!"
The painted rust will only
fool the fools for just so long
Eventually, that's when they'll see everything was wrong"
Never in my life have lyrics rang so true, given everything that's going on lately. In a nutshell, Colleen's life is going to shit, I'm fairly convinced my dad's gone off the deep end, I'll be jobless come the end of the week and I'm in a dead relationshit. There. I said it and, frankly, it feels good to finally let it out. It's not that the manfriend is the most horrible person on earth, we're just not a good pair. That and, to be perfectly honest, he's...stupid, to put it nicely. Not "special ed" stupid, but hang-out-the-window-of-a-car-going-65+mph-to-scream-at-a-Mustang stupid. The try-to-have-your-cake-and-eat-it-too kind of stupid. For the record, as far as the hanging out the window of a speeding car statement goes, it's entirely based on truth. I wish I could say I was joking. While we were on our way to the Feast of The Assumption (AKA: big Cleveland style guido fest), we took the freeway (obviously). The freeway in question runs into "Dead Man's Curve", which is one of the nastiest curves in Cleveland. As we were coming up on said curve, I spot a Mustang and comment on how it's ugly and that "if you're going to spend a shit-load of money on a car, get a Dodge. They're prettier". Having said that, the manfriend decides it's a good idea to hang out the window of my car and start screaming at it. At what FUCKING POINT does ANY OF THAT sound like a good idea? Hopefully, anyone reading any of this would say "um..no part of that sounds like a good idea." with "why are you dating such a moron?" attached. To be honest, I have no idea. As with most things, he wasn't always an idiot. Sure, he didn't think when it came to certain things, but he wasn't a complete idiot. Now, well, the same can't be said. I'm kind of hoping the more stand-off-ish I become, the more discouraged he'll be, thus saving me a huge bawtastrophy. As far as anything else goes, well, where the fuck do I go from here? I'm about to be out on my ass for a job, scrapping isn't helping much, shit's getting expensive and I'm stuck asking "what the hell?". There isn't a doubt in my mind that I fucked up when I quit BP. Now I can't catch a break... Well, technically I did when Ihop hired me, but at the same time, I'm not quite cut out to be a waitress. It's not that I'm lazy or don't care, I just can't get it. If time is of the essence at a diner/restaurant, standing around trying to figure out what food goes where and taking the time to do it right isn't helping. That and Sunday's are the fucking work of the devil as far as that goes... The most I can hope for, at this point anyway, is for somewhere to hire me and I pick up on whatever it is quick...
