Don't Believe in me.... 'Cuz I Will Let You Down

I wrote a grand total of four posts in March- that's about one a week. I'm ashamed of myself, though I did write in the myspace bloge. The myspace bloge isn't the same though, it doesn't hold itself open like a blank page of a journal, waiting to have my sad, sorry, selfish cries mar its pristine, blank beauty. The page lacks an emptieness, a void to fill with whatever I have in my heart- be it sad, or angry, or happy, or bored. But here, in blogger, is the bank of my thoughts, the hole in which I can pour these feelings with hope that one day I will fill it up enough so that it is level with the world, and I can be seen on the same plane as everyone else. Here is my rest. Here is me. Here is. Here.

Anyway, now that I have written a deep opening paragraph.

I'm jsut here to say that nothing's going on. I've been working too much. It consumes me- I need it, the money it gives me anyway, but I hate it so much. I want to quit. But I don't want to be a quitter, and so I am trapped, chained to the rock (or maybe the archways) of Malley's. One day I can leave, but that day is not soon in coming.

I was thinking about how I never talk to anyone on the phone. I don't mind, really- I usually like the internet better anyway, because I can talk to a bunch of people at once, or talking to people in person. But on the phone is better than the internet, because you get the tone of their voice better, and it's easier to understand what they really mean. Online it is so easy to miss sarcasm. And I am quite sarcastic.

My feet have blisters. I'm going to go bandage them before work.