shit!

Well... I remembered my dream last night...
WTF is wrong with me?

We Work All Day and Slave All Night... What's the difference really?

I don't know why I titled it that...
But I do know why there is work involved with the title.
I work...
Its supposed to be secretarial job, and for the most part it is.
But my boss has kids... And her kids love me.
And my boss has dogs, and her dogs love me too.
Its like babysitting 24/7. Oh my god.
I can handle young kids to a certain extent. My tolerance is pretty high.
But honestly, its not the younger of the two boys that's driving me crazy.
Its the older one... He's kind of scary.
I think he's a freshman in high school... Why he needs to be around me all the time is a mystery to me.
But he encourages his brother to be as obnoxious as possible.
And it drives me up the wall.
I got hair ripped out yesterday,
Climbed on,
Pinched,
Come on. Its really not funny.
I just don't know how to handle the kids without coming off too... bitchy for lack of better words.
My job doesn't require babysitting.
I can't tell my boss that.
She's nice, paying me well, and is extremely busy.
I understand that she needs my help with it, but OH MY GOD.
Its so frustrating.
*sigh*
I don't know what to do.

Day Eighteen

This Armageddon town is suffocating
Thick with the dust that rolls off the pavement
It inhabits my lungs
Caking their insides with residues of dirty shoes
Eliminating all possibility
Of breathing
Of leaving
Its impossibly intolerable
And it makes my stomach churn at the thought
That I'm the one stuck here
Knee deep in this molasses like sludge
This glorious combination of all your problems
Melting together
Sticking to the soles of my shoes
Gluing me to this very spot
Where every other foot fall
Sends another flurry of dust
Down my throat
And into my lungs
And I'm screaming for one more shot of Novocain
To numb the pain of the fire in my chest
I'm begging for Jimmy
That needle bearing angel from The City
To make it all go away
To make my limbs go limp
And my eyes go blurry
And my heart stop beating
And my lungs stop screaming
And my brain stop seething
At this Armageddon town

This Armegeddon Town

This armegeddon town is suffocating
Thick with the dust that rolls off the pavement
It inhabits my lungs
Caking their insides with residues of dirty shoes
Eliminating all possiblity
Of breathing
Of leaving
Its impossibly intolerable
And it makes my stomach churn at the thought
That I'm the one stuck
Knee deep in this molasses like sludge
This glorious combination of all your problems
Melting together
Sticking to the soles of my shoes
Glueing me to this very spot
Where every other foot fall
Sends another flurry of dust
Down my throat
Into my lungs
And I'm screaming for one more shot of novacaine
To numb the pain of the fire in my chest
I'm begging for Jimmy
That needle bearing angel from The City
To make it all go away
To make my limbs go limp
And my eyes go blurry
And my heart stop beating
And my lungs stop screaming
And my brain stop seething
At this armegeddon town.

Day Fourteen

Jimmy,
Mom said dirty boys,
Much like yourself
Stain clean girls,
Much like myself
And they steal things.
Like hearts, Jimmy.
They tear them right out
And run away with them.
But I know something she doesn't.
You wouldn't do that
Would you, Jimmy?
Mom said boys like you,
They speak like angels,
And you do Jimmy,
They know exactly what to say,
So much like you Jimmy
But they turn around, with devil's eyes
And hurt girls.
But you wouldn't do that.
Not you Jimmy.

Day Eleven II

I was just doing some research on the Jesus of Suburbia and read that the song is often compared to Queen's Bohemian Rhapsody. WHAT? I personally don't see the connection. The only reason I could think of that would forge a connection between the two would be the lengths of the songs. Nothing about them musically mirror eachother, there's nothing context wise that could overlap. I don't understand...

The Jesus of Suburbia is a song about the deterioration of faith in "Jingletown." (And there's nothing wrong with me, this is how I'm supposed to be. In a land of make believe that don't believe in me)Jesus, who's real name is disclosed as Jimmy in the beginning of the music video, just wants out. He wants to escape from where society told him he should be. (And I leave behind this hurricane of fucking lies. And I walked this line, a million and one fucking times. But not this time.) He escapes to "The City," Where he abandons his title as "the Jesus of Suburbia," and stays "Jimmy."

How does that relate to Bohemian Rhapsody? Because I have yet to find out.

Day Eleven

There is no Day 10...

I didn't recieve a response from Green Day mail so I tried Billie's record company Adeline Records. We'll see. If I don't get in touch with either of them, I don't know who else I can contact. Though I'm sure there are plenty of people involved in making this record. Sooooo I wait.

"In the streets of shame. When you lost your dreams in the rain..."- The Death of St. Jimmy.