'Just Stop Coz I've Had Enough'

I'm running out of things to say, and ways to feel and I'm nervous. I feel as though life is 24/7 treading on egg shells and as though time is running out. July is less than a week away and I'm not over June. I'm getting tattooed today and then have to go to work, regardless of the fact that I'd booked it off. It appears my boss not only has the inability to answer a telephone or arrange flowers but also has forgotten how to read a date book. I need another job. Preferably one where my job title isn't 'doormat'.


I went running this morning and two women were talking about the death of Michael Jackson so loud that I could hear them over Jawbreaker. I wanted to backtrack and slap them around the face.