The hardest part of my job is the not murdering coworkers part.

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Okay. So I’m going to do this. I know it’s been a few weeks since I’ve even looked at writing a complete blog entry. I can assure you that I have not forgotten all of you. I have merely been off in my own little world here trying to get shit together. I tend to do this thing where I shut myself out from the world when I’m doing some life learning… When I logged into my back-end of wordpress today I realized that I have about 24 drafts that I had started and never even completed. I pretty much just wrote a few paragraphs and then went to do something else like pet my cat. (who by the way is next to me trying to get me to pet him now. But, don’t worry I won’t look. CRAP HE JUST HEAD BUTTED ME!)

On my drive to work this morning I was listening to the new Eminem single featuring Rihanna (My fav.) It’s called, “Love the Way You Lie.” I felt like the moment I heard the harmonious voice of Rihanna come out of my speakers the moment I fell in love with the song. It’s pretty safe to say that if you’re anything like me, an emotional masochist, you’ve been in their shoes before with one person or another. This song is amazing.

That being said, I am/was also a huge fan of the official single that was released, “Not Afraid.”

I had a conversation with Rian about this song. He said he didn’t like it because Eminem is so cliche.

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I really hate when people act like what I call a “Music Nazi Socialist.” You know the type of person who would be a lot happier if everyone listened to the same genre of music that they listened to. Nothing makes me more wound up than having someone tell me that WHAT I LISTEN TO IS BAD. It makes me want to start throwing back handed slaps into faces.

I genuinely like Eminem. I like him because he doesn’t rap about money, cash, hoes, or even really expensive cars and houses that he finances and most likely will end up repossessed and foreclosed on and bankrupt when Itunes stops producing sales of his one track hit… EHHHUUMMMMM *cough* chamillionaire *cough* I like that I can see this person in his music and I can see that he has been through most of the shit I have been through and he has over came it all. I like that he doesn’t give a fuck that some Musical Socialist is going to hate on him because they’d rather listen to some obscure indie band whine about how hard his life was when his parents stopped paying for his college and how it sucked when real life set in. I don’t give a fuck if what I listen to is cliche or even “bad.” I do whatever the fuck it is I want. That’s just the end of that.

I like that Marshall Mathers is just a guy. A real guy with real feelings and a real life. It brings warmness into my heart to see someone from my hometown do something good for themselves. Every time I read Rude Jude’s blog I get that same feeling. I love Jude. I think he’s hilarious. I think he’s one of the sweetest dudes from Detroit I know. It makes me happy to hear he’s doing good! I wish I saw him more.

Anyways, I seriously started this entry on Monday it’s now Weds. You see how I just keep getting lost in the amount of shit I have to do. It seems like I can never stop thinking about all of the things over and over.. Oh I need to send this fax. Oh I need to do this. BLAH BLAH BLAH FUCK! My mind is about to explode. Sometimes I get super frustrated because I can’t get my mind to stop running. I thought I was super sick for a while there then I saw my doctor and he told me I am just really stressed out. I feel like at 27 I shouldn’t have to be this stressed about life, money, bills and law suits. Its so weird because lately I keep telling myself I’m going to come in here and write and then I just fall asleep.

I am literally exhausted right now. I think I might be crashing from all of the caffeine I consumed this morning before work. I’m downloading my new Iphone software right now. I can’t wait to not even look at it because I have too much to do. I miss you guys. :(

xoxox

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1 Response to “The hardest part of my job is the not murdering coworkers part.”


  1. Quartermaine

    I haven’t liked any music since Johann Sebastian Bach died.




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