Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Open your eyes

My phone is on the other side of my room. Vibrating. The LED light is flashing and has been for quite some time. I am sick of people. I am sick of everyone. Even people that didn't do anything. I can really only stand to talk to a few people and even then, I don't say much because I get so irritated with talking in general. I don't know what is going on with me lately. Maybe I have just had enough. Enough of what? I don't know. But I have had enough.

I had my phone on silent for 90% of the day. The only phone I was answering was my work phone for obvious reasons. I went on a route today around Church Hill, Sandston, New Kent and Charles City. It was interesting. It was about a 4 hour route and wasn't bad at all. I got a call a few minutes ago from Dispatch, letting me know it may be possible we will have a North Carolina run tonight. Lisa, another co worker, agreed to do it but didn't want to do it alone. Naturally, I volunteered my company. Trying to get my boss to love me isn't that hard. I just want him to respect me and give me the tools to make the money I need.

On a side note, I have decided on the surgeon I am going to use. All together it is going to cost me roughly $11,000. That covers everything as far as surgery and hospital stay etc etc. From what I understand, he writes lots of wonderful letters for the guys he does the surgery for to help them get their gender marker changed. I know there are a lot of laws in the Commonwealth of VA, but from what I understand, he can make it happen. We shall see. I will be starting a surgery fund. Trying to get at the very least $1000 saved every month. If I can work like crazy til the end of the year, I can have surgery in January and be healed for summer. I really just can't take this shit anymore. I want to be normal. Have a normal mans chest. And just fucking be happy. I am losing weight, which is good. I am eating really well and so proud of myself for that. Along with working hard to save money, I am planning on losing at least 60lbs by December. I can do it. I know I can.

It is about midnight. And I haven't received the call to go to North Carolina. I am PRAYING that means it is a no-go. I will still have to fall asleep with it beside my head though so I can hear it.

Until next time.

Sunday, June 27, 2010

Everything turns to callous eventually, that's life.

I like my new job. I really do. Granted, it has me running all around Virginia and sometimes North Carolina allllllllllllll the time, I enjoy it. I enjoy driving and basically "running errands" for people. Or our customers, rather. It keeps me busy during the week. I like that.

I am also passing. There has been no question about my sex since I have started there. The first day I was "the new guy," to everyone. And I am treated like a man. I love it. It is the first time that has ever happened without question. However, there is a big lesbian that works at one of the places we go to frequently. I had to take over some specimens to her one night and she turned and looked at me like she was confused and couldn't figure out what I was exactly. I didn't like that. I knew she would be that way every time I had to bring the specimens to her and she has. She goes out of her way to like look at me so she can figure out what I am. I really want to get shitty with her and tell her to go the fuck on. I can't be outed at this job because if I am, I will have to leave. I have gotten too close to the men that I work with as a man, that them finding out I am female bodied would just ruin everything. Sigh. Whyyy do things have to be difficult?

Other then that, everyone I have met at this job has been really nice. Really wonderful about helping me learn. I will be making great money, which I am excited about. And I really everywhere. There sin't much else that I do. Talk about a dream job, since I love to drive lol.

I had other things to talk about but forgot them because I just woke up lol. I shall update soon.

Until next time.

Monday, June 14, 2010

I am scared to die

I was watching some show on the tube about people having OCDs about shit and it got me thinking. I don't really have any OCDs that I know of. Not like the people I saw. They were concerned with their thoughts hurting or "hexing," people, concerned about being clean, perfectly symmetrical, scared to get HIV, etc etc. The list goes on and on. I guess it just baffles me as to how people develop OCDs. I really never understood it and maybe it is because I don't have one. I think my only OCD is correcting people when they don't make sense. Although, I don't think the grammar OCD counts because I am not psychotic about it, I just have a bad habit of doing it.

I don't know what I am really writing about. I just wanted to ramble about people with OCDs because it was interesting to me. So yes, I just wasted my and your time. Fail.

Until next time (when a better topic comes to mind)

Saturday, June 12, 2010

And when no one is at fault..

I can't stop thinking. I am annoyed and irritated at every little thing right now. The player story is going to have to wait because I honestly have to vent before I fucking explode.

I hate myself right now. I am trying so hard not to but I really cannot stand me. I am not happy with who I am right now. I am disgusted at the sight of myself. I am disgusted at my habits. My love for alcohol is strictly platonic. I don't see anything coming from it, I just enjoy it. And it enjoys making me fucking fat. I am trying to lose weight. I keep trying to diet and eat smaller portions 6 times a day. Drinking more water than anything else. Nothing seems to be working. I have never been this fucking fat. I am working out, and I am going to start running tomorrow. And swimming at Staceys house as much as possible. But it is just not enough.

On top of that, I have maybe a handful of positive people in my life right now. Everyone is going through something and is dealing with shit in their life. Everyone is looking to ME to fix it. Or looking to ME to help/give advice. But..but what about me? All of my pathetic life, I have wasted countless hours helping other people. Friends, family, etc. I am ALWAYS there for everyone. Then when I need someone to be there for me, everyone is too wrapped up in their own shitty lives to be there for me. I don't respond to more than half of the text messages I get. I don't call anyone back. Why? Because for is ME that is dealing with shit. It is ME that is having a hard time. So no, I am not going to call my mother back when she leaves me a voicemail bitching about something fucking stupid. And no, I am not going to call my friend from North Carolina back because he is ONLY calling to whine about how he hates his life without his girlfriend and can't stand being in the Marines. No. I won't do it. Everyone has shit they are going through, that is LIFE. I know it is. However, did it ever cross ANYONES mind that maybe just MAYBE I was going through some shit too? No. It never did.

I am always so good to the people in my life. Always. And now I am getting to the point where I am fucking sick of negative people. I am fucking sick of people downing me. I am fucking sick of it. SICK OF IT. I'm going to clean house here soon. And I am getting rid of the people that are fucking negative. I can't stand it. I'm done.

SN:I have a headache. And I am done whining for the night. I am glad I got it all out.

Until next time.

Sunday, June 6, 2010

Beast of the burden

I think I am finished talking about the girl and the man for right now. It hurts to stir up memories like that, but it helped to get out what I did. I'll move on to the next story of the players life.

Until next time.