That kid is on the escalator again!

[thejunipertree]

Today feels strange.

The speed of my location motion turns me into
a lumbering Quasimodo. I hate it.

And I just feel...slumpy today.

My hair is down, for once, and all tangled
around my face. I've got my black hoody on.
Punk fucking rock. Except for the fact that
I'm wearing these goofy ass ballerina flats
in an effort to help walking. I hate them.
They're flat. I'm a midget in them.

Everyone at work was amazed at how short I
actually am. None of them realised it before.

I spent most of the day wanting to kick
people in the fucking teeth. I learned a trick
from an email forward that the Sensitive Artist
sent to me.

"How to talk at work". It has what you should
say and then the translation. The one which I
have picked up and made my own is this:

What You Say: "I see."
Translation: "Blow me."

I think I said "I see" about sixteen times
today, most of it to my boss. I hope she falls
from a cliff. Snidely Whiplash, I'll tie her
to the railroad tracks.

The Cheshire Cat still hasn't wished me a happy
birthday. Sometimes I'm shocked, sometimes not.
He can be very wifty at times. But, usually
he catches it before now. I shouldn't expect
anything from him. Not after the violations I've
committed upon his person. But, Christ! What
does it take to send me one stinky little email?
I know I broke your heart. I know I betrayed
every promise I made to you. I know I was the
worst type of whore imaginable.
But, c'mon. Happy birthday? Please?

The last time I spoke to Ghoulie, she told me
that he had asked her if she'd met the Engineer
yet. To which she said no, because she hadn't.
His question made me feel strange. And I can't
quite pinpoint why.

I can't seem to pinpoint anything lately.