...pissed...

and not the drunk kind for a change....

I'm just ...pissed. I'm friggin tired of not being taken seriously. I feel like I'm a joke of some kind. Like I'm a flake or a spazz. I'm a fuck-up of some form or another. Soooo angry...

But really, let's take a look at the track record for a moment. Loads of different jobs but no career. Loads of different addresses but no real home. Loads of different guys and I'll let you finish that one...

Why should any one take you seriously? But despite all the chaos and drama, you're still alive and kickin'. From some folks, I get some credit. From others -- tough shit.

Its gotta be tough to know Tessa. Its tough enough trying to decipher what I'm trying to type much less exactly what I mean. Y'know after reading Mugsy's latest LJ, I feel like the Cubbies. {Hedds- you're going to LOVE this analogy} With "all the pain and grief" and the trouble and the waste and the disappointment of losing a pennant race, HELL IS GOING TO FREEZE OVER, and I'm going to just fine. Hell, I'll be better than fine... I'll be bloody normal and reliable!!!!

and that being sad and me being tired of being tired.. I'm going to pop in my Lilo and Stitch Soundtrack that picked up today.

and y'all can check out the pictures I took today..I played with one and I think it turned out nicely...:http://f1.pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/touchetoday/lst?.dir=/photos&.src=ph&.view=