Bullshiting a bullshitter

Thinking about voice acting. Not certain if people are honest when they compliment my voice or if it's just awkward enough that they feel like they should say something.

"Bless your heart." Comes to mind. I've had a bit to drink and not much to eat, but this has been on my mind periodically.

I cannot stand the sound of my voice so it boggles my mind why someone else would find it appealing...my mom said, "it sounds like velvet"

That sounds like bullshit

every body's got one/maybe it's time to go

Some people use drugs or drink to make themselves feel better. Some people overindulge in food, sex, or the internet. Some people even cut themselves. None of these do much for me.

I overspend. I know what I need and what I can live without, but the more stuff I can gather to shove into my hoard makes me feel better...slightly. I just delve into myself and live in my own thoughts where the only person that can hurt me is me; this is my bubble, a safe place that few others are allowed to access.

These are all to transfer the emotional pain people feel into something tangible; a physical pain that they can control. There are no bandaids for emotional scars and many people wait until they start to scab before reopening the wound.

Yes, it's painful, but it's a pain more easily controlled. Sometimes the pain is controlled by simply not feeling it anymore
or anything else anymore
and just leaving.

Whatevs. I'm noving out anyway

Off day does not mean "yes I can help you" I don't want to help you or your friends that I haven't met and don't know.

They might be cool people, but I had to put on pants and go outside to and "clean up the yard" because your friends wanted to come swim...where the fuq are you? I don't entertain random annoyances. These yo people, you deal with them.

Basically i dont fux with new people too much. My friends know this. Fuk em til I know em. And even then a lot of new randoms can step.

things you'll find in hell

I find it interesting that everything that is deemed an unattractive activity is immediately damned to hell. It doesn't have to be something hard. It could be a paper you don't want to write or a phone call you need to make.

Right now, for me though, it's the damn grass. I hate cutting the grass and I'm totally cool with paying someone to do it for me. Well,  I wouldn't be paying them,  but somebody who's damn grass it is would.

mostly relieved OR green tea for green tea

One of the worst feelings is when you have to shit and can't. Not  like constipation, and the feeling isn't immenent, but you hear stuff happening inside and it gets annoying.

Can I fart? SHOULD I FART? Questions like this are ones with not so easily answered. Usually I can trust a bit of coffee to run through me quick  enough but ironically none was readily available; I could've solved this in my own but I'm not even a big java drinker.

So, I opted for one of my all time most enjoyable remedies, green tea. Green tea has just enough caffeine to put me to sleep and is herbal enough to regulate a talking tummy. I suppose any tea could work really, but whatever.

I'm at work simply to work

This chik at work 'bout backed into a ladder walking backwards trying to holla at me. Idk why all these girls all in my face. I  know you got some work to do while you try to interrupt mine.

hi dad

I haven't spoken to my father in some time, it's not really due to animosity it's just that we don't feel the need to talk to each other. That is true for me at least; idk what his deal is. He's probably worried that I might start asking questions that he would prefer not to answer.

NEWS FLASH CLYDE, I ALREADY KNOW THE ANSWERS. I JUST WANNA SEE IF YOU'LL TELL ME THE TRUTH!

so anyway, today my dad called me. He didn't really wanna talk about anything, I feel he was just looking for a Segway into telling me he's gonna call my mom to discuss his release from child support payments.

That was pathetic. I told him 10 years ago that I have nothing to do with that and I have no interest in hearing anything about it. Clyde, I'm 27 years old. I have a job, a car and I'm trying to rid myself from the devil woman you knocked up 2x.

If you had just wanted to talk, I'd be down for that, but instead there's always some ulterior motive. I've come to terms with this but I still wish you would stop