A poem someone wrote to me.

July 1st, 2008

Jerlene, Jerlene Jerlene Jerlene
I’m begging of you, please don’t take my man
Jerlene, Jerlene, Jerlene, Jerlene
Please don’t take him even because you can
Your beauty is beyond compare
With flaming locks of auburn hair
With ivory skin and eyes of emerald green
Your smile is like a breath of spring
Your voice is soft like summer rain
And I cannot compete with you, Jerlene
He talks about you in his sleep
And there’s nothing I can do to keep
From crying when he calls your name, Jerlene
Jerlene, Jerlene, Jerlene, Jerlene
I’m begging of you, please don’t take my man
Jerlene, Jerlene, Jerlene, Jerlene
Please don’t take him even because you can
Well, I can easily understand
How you could easily take my man
But you don’t know what he means to me, Jerlene
Well, you could have your choice of men
But I could never love again
He’s the only one for me, Jerlene
I had to have this talk with you
My happiness depends on you
And whatever you decide to do, Jerlene
Jerlene, Jerlene, Jerlene, Jerlene
I’m begging of you, please don’t take my man
Jerlene, Jerlene, Jerlene, Jerlene
Please don’t take him even though you can

Work Sucks

July 1st, 2008

I used to love my job. I got fired two years ago and my boss and co-worker brought me back, not to mention I know people in the cooperate office. This job used to be the shit. We were like one huge family. Everything is the polar opposite now.
The new crew has no idea what the meaning of team work is. Most of them are assholes and bitches. There’s one new person that I can easily tolerate; Arlene. Other than her, they all suck, especially the one and (almost) only guy there; Henry. Oh.My.Gosh - HENRY. What an ass.
Anyway, work is starting to really suck. It’s getting to the point where I’m contemplating whether or not I should quit. It’s not that I’m not grateful for my boss and co-worker bringing me back, ’cause I am, but I just can’t stand the new crew. They don’t like me and I don’t like them.
There was one chick that I thought I could get along with and be cool with, but fuck her, too. When someone tells you something and they ask you not to repeat what they just told you to anyone else and you tell them that you won’t MULTIPLE TIMES - DON’T OPEN YOUR FUCKING MOUTH! Simple as that, right? Not for her. She has a big fucking mouth and I pretty much want nothing to do with her anymore. I requested to work around her, not with her. So far…nothing’s changed…
We’ll see what happens with this job though. I don’t think I want to stick it out much longer. It’s just unnecessary drama in my life.

6,470,818,671 people in the world.

July 1st, 2008

At this moment there are 6,470,818,671 people in the world. Some are running scared. Some are coming home. Some tell lies to make it through the day. Others are just not facing the truth. Some are evil men, at war with good. And some are good, struggling with evil. Six billion people in the world, six billion souls. And sometimes all you need is one.