Happiness...

Is true happiness ever really obtained? Or do we just settle? Is doing what we need to do to make ourselves happy considered selfish?

I tend to do whatever it takes to make other people happy. It would be nice to get treated the same way.

"Im Sorry Katrina, We're Over Staffed"

..... Screw you.

I am so sick and tired of hearing "You're sorry". You're not sorry. If you were truly sorry, you wouldn't cancel me almost everytime I have been scheduled. If you were sorry, you would give me money so I can pay my bills and take care of my kids. I've worked 2 times over the past 2 weeks. And you are sorry? Give me a break. How about I come over there and give you an atomic wedgie and then say "Oops, I'm sorry" .... or how about I come over there and take YOUR paycheck and then say "Oops, I'm sorry".

Honestly, you're about to get your ass kicked.

Pity Party

On a day to day basis, I am constantly whining and complaining about something that is going on or something that happened that day. If I am not verbally whining, I am whining to myself in my head throwing an internal pity party. Who likes those kind of parties anyway? I mean, the only person invited to that kind of party is myself, and sure I bring chips and soda, but by the end of the party, there usually aren't any leftovers. And afterwards, I tend to feel worse about myself because those parties are lonely, and I feel really fat afterwards. So its not really a party at all is it?

Then after your party you tend to look worse than you did before, so then someone might ask you whats wrong. So you start telling them and next thing you know, you're having another pity party... but this time you invited someone. But guess what. This person doesn't want to come to a party of this kind. The find it kind of a drag, with the exception of the food. But even afterwards, they will feel fat and hate you for it.

Sad thing is its in our human nature to to throw pity parties. The one thing we continually fail to realize is no one wants to be invited.

This blog is my pity party.... Some days will be full of laughter and goodness and mushy things (rarely).... So let me make it clear, I am not inviting you to this party. But the door is open. And if you choose to, enter at your own risk. But you can't say I didn't warn you.