An Original Rambling Journal Entry Written By Me On January 25, 2007 This was written late one night when I was by myself and had been alone in my parent’s house while they were on holiday. Sometimes when you are all by yourself, you ramble, such as I did.
What the hell is wrong with this. Is this some weird twisted thing that I can not avoid. Is it something that is supposed to put the world on its axis and set it straight. This is against all that is of dreams. This is a weird reality that is now kicking me in the ass. AGH!!! Don’t ever think that prayers are never answered. They are just not answered when we think that they need to be. It has been over ten years, or maybe close to it. It is kind of like the whole Tom Cruise/Nicole Kidman phenomenon. I think I am in an alter universe where I can watch The Office three times in one night. It is like the Tom/Nicole phenomenon turned into the Tom/Katie phenomenon. What the hell!!! I have to keep it all in perspective. If I land this, then it could mean a very nice bonus. Who would have thought that I would have this in the bag. Real estate, who’d have thunk it. No, I can not think of landing this deal. I just have to keep my cool, very cool. I am so glad that I pay attention to land deals and where the newest properties are. AGH!!! I didn’t even want to freakin’ write in this thing anyway. I was just moved to for some odd reason. AGH!!! This is insane. I want to cry. I want to freaking scream and just run really fast down the street and then slide like I am on a slip and slide and just rip the skin from the front of me. I would so totally bleed and have rocks embedded into my skin and it would be all gross, but it would heal. I just need to vent out before I slumber. I am in a frenzy. I want to stick my finger down my throat and throw up and like become anorexic. I want to go to WALMART and put a bunch of stuff in a shopping cart and run really fast down the aisle and let the cart go. If I was a normal person you could say that this is all a sugar high thing, but it isn’t. It is a funky out of this world high, not from drugs. I am so messed up over all of this that it is going to get me working for days. I just want to work for days. I need to make sure that I have got all of my things straight. Like I need to make sure that I have all my crap organized. It is all about getting this stuff up and out. Hummm, I wonder if I can put out my goal number tonight if I just bust an all nighter and do it. I don’t have to be at work until two in the afternoon. Thank goodness I work for myself. It is so super nuts though that I may be embarking on one of the largest money making deals that I wouldn’t even give a crap if I made anything from it. It is for the betterment of others and that is a spankin’ good thing. AGH!!! I am going to do some crazy stuff right now and hope that I don’t go looney.
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