b*tch

So you are probably wondering why two posts within 24 hours after four days of nothing, there is this little thing called work or maybe its called life but either way it gets in the way of that which we want to do because we must do something else. It also doesn't hurt that writing in prose is a strange feeling to me, even when I was writing papers for school I tried to make them more of a free verse poem, or I just did not do them! :-p so it has probably been pushing five years since I have written any true prose, at least since junior year of high school. On top of that I think blogging is f*cking retarded, but I feel right now it is a necessary evil! for me at least. But the main reason more than likely is that I spent 24 hours out of 36 at a little shit hole called GISAH(Grand Island Small Animal Hospital) Its not a bad job its a f*cking terrible one actually no but I like to b*tch about it cause I am sick of it after nearly 8 years of picking up dog sh*t it gets old. The one big upside is that I usually spend the better part of my eight hour shift reading or something aside from actually working as well as getting my entire work week done in three days, and being able to survive on it, thanks to the help of my parental unit for shelter and some food. I have just one more comment I am in a rather sour mood at the hands of a woman, neh little girl so[when life is a b*tch f*ck her hard]