The first day of summer, and it can suck my ass.

I start off every summer by saying that I hate summer.  Well, this year isn't going to be any different.  I despise, loathe, detest, abhor, repudiate, spurn, RENOUNCE summer.  The heat and the humidity, the nastiness, the funky smells of drug addicts that refuse to wear deodorant or personal hygiene products.... oh, God, this one's going to be a winner, I can just feel it.  Bleh. 

 

Now that I've made my opinion known, heh...

 

Something tells me that maybe I shouldn't have written that Father's Day letter yesterday.  Although it was cathartic and got out a few emotions concerning my father, in the end I was sort of morose and weepy for the rest of the day.  Consequently I feel tired and rundown today at work.  I'm still glad that I did it, though, as it's allowed me to finally admit to myself that I truly hate my father.  I don't want to say that - after all, it sounds cold-blooded and evil - but it's the truth and I'm not going to deny the truth any longer, no matter how nasty it sounds.  And who knows, maybe it's yet another step that I need to take in the process of healing.

 

Eye Candy has cut his hair into a buzzcut - which drastically reduces his sex appeal.  I'm so disappinted, ugh.  I've always been a long-hair lover, can't help it, there's something about long, silky, flowing locks that gets the motor running.  He's still quite good-looking, don't get me wrong.  Just.... not as much now, meh.  In all honesty, it's probably for the best, as I don't want to get tangled up in such a situation.  This is the first decent job I've ever really been able to get or hang on to, and I'm not messing it (and my future) all up for some man.  It's not worth it - quite frankly they never are, in my view.

 

Listen to me.  I sound so fucking bitter.

 

Anyhow.  That's the news from this end.  Not much going on, as you can see.  I'm on second shift now so I may actually be able to take a little more time to write in this thing for a change, now that I don't have to get up at 4am anymore... heh.

 

Later.