In Which There Are Serious Ramblings On and On and...

Haven't written in ages. Been bored. With myself. With Life. With work. Basically everything apart from Boyfriend. You could probably say that I have been a bit clingy. As I haven't known what to do I've looked to Boyfriend for "help". Poor thing has been very nice although he did say he'd be - and I quote; "a bit annoyed" if a psycho killed me.

A bit annoyed... Gee, thanks honey! Love you too!

Never mind, he's one of those who is a constant optimist and all about giving a person another chance. I am not one of those. You fuck up? You've fucked up! Want me to feel sorry for you? Only if it was something I could understand. If you get hurt while doing something stupid - drunk driving, fooling around while being under the influence of whatever...Nope. Don't come looking for sympathy, empathy from me...

I guess my approach could be considered a tad bit psychopath-like... which is why all "what type of person are you?"-tests always come up as Boba Fett - lone, psycho etc etc. Am I the only one thinking Boba Fett is a bit of a hottie?!

How did I get on to this?? I'm tired. It's been a long week. Or rather, it felt a lot longer than 5 "normal" working days. My job is mind numbingly boring. B.O.R.I.N.G. But being at this stage in life i.e. turned 30, already started over once, not doing what I trained to do (God, I miss my students in Sweden) means I haven't got all that many options. If I were to get another job I'd start all over in terms of pay (can it get any worse?), right to maternity leave etc.

No, I'm not pregnant but I have to start planning. Scary shit and it is especially scary being a 'tested' psychopath (although I'm not sure how formal and approved those internet tests are). But I'm nowhere near as bad as that octo-mom. I mean, is she fucked up or what??

6 kids, unemployed, surgically altered her face to look like Angelina Jolie, taught herself to walk and talk like Miss Jolie, nowhere to live with said 6 kids, lot's of debt. But hell yeah, she's an awesome candidate for having some sperminated eggs implanted - or 6 and two of those split into twins. Do they not test these people? Or, maybe she took the same test as me but her result wasn't 'Boba Fett' but one of those cuddly little Ewoks.

I'd rather be Boba Fett and not using my kids in a pathetic attempt to do... I don't know what octo-mom is trying to achieve but get your shit together!

I'm off to bed, getting my hair cut tomorrow. Wide fringe. yeeeeah

I don't think I'll ever read this post as it surely only
confirms my Star Wars personality.