|Main blog:||Less Than Useless|
|Occupation:||Administrative / Secretarial|
|Education:||Some college, Associates degree, School of life|
|Race/lineage:||White / Caucasian|
|Location:||United States, Nevada, Las Vegas|
|Height:||5' 6" (168 cm)|
|Vision:||No assisted eyewear|
|Hair Color:||Plum Brown|
|Hair Style:||Wavy - Medium|
|Tattoo Info:||I got 'em and no you can't see 'em. Perverts.|
|Piercing Info:||Just in my ears, but there are a more than two holes.|
|Relationship Status:||Single - Never Married|
|Family Info:||I like weiner. Wait.... I have a dachshund.|
|Astrological Sign:||Libra (Sept 23 - Oct 23)|
|Liquor:||Social drinker. One or two|
|Your Home:||Live with roommate(s)|
|Biography/About:||I was born. I'm still breathing. Therefore, I am not the living dead as my name would suggest. Well, OK. Maybe on Mondays.|
|Likes:||Half-naked men (naked men disappoint me), music, books, learning, the beach|
|Dislikes:||Naked men (really? That's all ya got?), Mondays, people with a grammar problem, men who touch my goodies without being good looking|
|Interests:||books, music, History (Middle Ages and Russian), half-naked, ridiculously smart men|
|People/Heroes:||Frank Zappa, Mom|
|Books:||Medieval history, Russian history|
|Music Genres:||rock, jazz, baroque, classical, heavy metal, experimental|
|Bands/Artists:||Type O Negative, David Bowie, Rob Zombie, White Zombie, Elvis, Frank Zappa, Frank Sinatra, Dean Martin, Rat Pack, Beastie Boys, Blackbone, Tool, Rage Against the Machine, Todd Kerns, Underground Rebels, Social Distortion|
|TV Shows:||Nothing really|
|Movies:||Primrose Path, Dogma, The Green Glove, Double Indemnity, Stargate, Mummy, Pretty in Pink, Sixteen Candles|
|Games:||I don't like games. Well, if they involved half-naked, ridiculously smart men I might be game.|
|Pets/Animals:||Dachshunds, hermit crabs|
|Cars/Motorcyles:||I don't drive you freaks!|
|Food:||Russian, German, Italian, sushi|
|Drink:||Guinness, Shiner Bock, Rumplemintz, Arrogant Bastard, Stone Russian Stout|
More coming soon.
So, this week I had four interviews scheduled. Yay, right? Not really.
My interview Tuesday was with a state agency. I believe that one went exceptionally well. The individual I would be working for and I got along quite well. I should know something about that early next week. Here's hoping, kids.
Wednesday was a cluster fuck of epic proportions. I received a call from a temp agency on Tuesday. Just as I was about to go into the other interview, as a matter of fact. I called the woman back repeatedly. She finally got back to me after 5p. Seriously?! Whatever. I talked to her for quite...
Somehow I lost my taste for writing. If I had to guess it would have something to do with everything that isn't going on in my life. Or maybe with the few shitastic things that are going on. Who knows.
My mental issues have been raging lately. There was a time when I was completely ashamed of these things. It was a stigma I wasn't willing to deal with. Fuck that shit. I'm crazy and it makes me who I am. It isn't like I am schizophrenic, that's my aunt. I just have general anxiety and depression. Usually I can handle one or the other, but when they both decide to come out and play it fucks my...
It occurs to me...
This blog has been here a long time. I've been doing this shit for ten plus years. My whimsical sarcastic musings have been available to the world. I could possibly be profiled as somewhat psychotic. I know I could be profiled as mental. Why? Because, well, I am.
For a long period of time this place sucked. I just didn't give a fuck. My soul was slowly being sucked out and I was allowing it to happen. It wasn't fun. I knew it was happening and I allowed it. Yep, I sucked as a human being. I was miserable. Luckily I hid it well. Then one day the dam broke. There were cracks for a while, but...