Yeah, suckage. Name of the game, Life.

I've been busy ever since I started back at work, after pushing my recovery. Hopefully I won't regret in the near future. Working at Ballard's has become more of a chore than anything. I get that the "perfect job" is extremely hard to come by, but is it too much to ask to have a job where I won't mind as much getting up in the morning and working my ass off all day for? But yeah I know, have to work to support myself- cause unlike some folks out there, I don't have mommy and daddy answering to my every whim and shelling out money left and right.

The Horse World, especially around here, is totally pissing me off. I'm getting to the point where I ( people who know me know I'm generally a quiet person who can observe and not utter a sound) am finding it increasingly difficult to keep my comments to myself. DON'T- Don't EVER beat and animal in front of me. EVER. Don't abuse any living creatures ever, especially in my hearing range or field of vision. And not boasting, but both are excedingly sensative.

Barn politics at this place is absolutley driving me up the farking WALL. How the fark is someone supposed to paint a barn (ugly color combos, really, these people are farking awful with colors- canary yellow barn, shit brown trim- fucking ew, anywho) while some bitch who can't ride to save her life, has a shitload of contraptions on her horse that any rider with actual skill would never need to use or even dream of employing, start hanking on this poor animals mouth while beating his ass with a crop so loud its ECHOEING throughout the property all while screaming at him in obscenities? Really classy, duck fuckatrd. That horse owes you nothing, you are its leader, YOU owe HIM to be a decent human being- if there even are any around here!

And of course I have Chris (ogrewhowalkslikeaman, don't ask -_-" ) hovering over my shoulder sniping at me to mind my business and go back to work. It seriously took every fiber of my being and my iron self-control, sheer willpower NOT to punch his lights out. #1) I work for Marion Phillipi, not you asshole. #2)I don't like people hovering over me, escpecially at my back, attempting to do so usually results in intense physical pain #3) You know how I feel about abuse, seeing as you were so good at it!
So stick it.

Anywho, I've been taking some pics, when I have more than five minutes to myself. When will I be able to actually upload them to here? Gods only know. I meant to celebrate the Sabbat, but the weather sucked and time was not on my side that day. Go figure. *rolls eyes* I think I might actually take that job in Kentucky, you know. I can always shoot south after that, a kindof extended pitstip along the way. Anywhere but here sounds REAL good.

Oh, I forgot to mention my ohsosweet mother is giving full custody of Emily theteenbitchfromhell,spawnofsatan to Chris. Seems both parents have the same farking issue; haven't yet realized that being a good parent is a full time fucking gig, not something you can turn on and off whenever you FEEL like doing so, lets just give up when the going gets tough! YOU created this monster, now YOU have to deal with it. Suck doesn't it?

*snorts loudly*



Release of BMR in August!