...and I hope then, that my words will be deafening, and you can finally hear me.
February 15, 2011
less than worthless
When a child has a terminal illness, it is absolutely essential to maintain a sense of normalcy. Not only does that mean educating them, but investing in their future. As an attempt to prevent them from entirely giving in, parents should instill the importance of achievement. For love of a child means reinforcing the worth of their life.
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It was today, when she realized how absolutely worthless her life is. Once again, pivoting around the issue of money, and schooling, was a collision with the inescapable state of illness. In her own eyes, the value of her life constantly flickers, from moment to moment. Sometimes full of aspiration, at others amounting to nothing - likely to achieve nothing. Her self-doubt so great, another micro, nano, pico, femto, would be enough to end it.
Thanks dad, it great to know how entirely fucking hopeless, worthless, and meaningless my life is to you. All I hope, is that by the time I die, I will have enough written for you to understand me.
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It was today, when she realized how absolutely worthless her life is. Once again, pivoting around the issue of money, and schooling, was a collision with the inescapable state of illness. In her own eyes, the value of her life constantly flickers, from moment to moment. Sometimes full of aspiration, at others amounting to nothing - likely to achieve nothing. Her self-doubt so great, another micro, nano, pico, femto, would be enough to end it.
Thanks dad, it great to know how entirely fucking hopeless, worthless, and meaningless my life is to you. All I hope, is that by the time I die, I will have enough written for you to understand me.
February 9, 2011
Fuck you McDonald's
Once in a while, I just want something greasy, overly-caloric, and carcinogen-laden. Sure, those chicken lumps contain bleach, ammonia, and were once pepto bismol pink; the patties not actually classifiable as cow; and the vegetables so incredibly lifeless. But, I can overlook the fact that your food is found under Webster's entry for "crap", and on pubmed's blacklist for "ingestables that can kill you". What I cannot ignore, is that your 'service' fucking sucks.
Your workers are rude, incompetent, and oblivious. I usually order 4 items, and only 50% of the time get the correct number. Whether or not the items are what I actually requested is another issue. The reason for such an inability to follow a simple list escapes logic. Similarly, the utter lack of urgency and consideration of your workers is despicable. Today I was particularly chuffed by the fact that my server allowed my food to be scooped up by equally incompetent coworkers, while I waited more than 10 minutes. While I can understand she did not want to dive into the clusterfuck that is the receiving end of the toxic-subsistence item assembly line, she made absolutely no attempt to fill my order. It was only after 10 minutes that she decided she would do her job.
When I had voiced my frustration, noting how I had been waiting while 11 (yes, I counted) customers had gotten their "food", and requested a complaint form, she nonchalantly said "you can speak to my manager". To which I should have replied "and you wonder why you're working here?". To McDonald's, I would like to say "fuck you".
Your workers are rude, incompetent, and oblivious. I usually order 4 items, and only 50% of the time get the correct number. Whether or not the items are what I actually requested is another issue. The reason for such an inability to follow a simple list escapes logic. Similarly, the utter lack of urgency and consideration of your workers is despicable. Today I was particularly chuffed by the fact that my server allowed my food to be scooped up by equally incompetent coworkers, while I waited more than 10 minutes. While I can understand she did not want to dive into the clusterfuck that is the receiving end of the toxic-subsistence item assembly line, she made absolutely no attempt to fill my order. It was only after 10 minutes that she decided she would do her job.
When I had voiced my frustration, noting how I had been waiting while 11 (yes, I counted) customers had gotten their "food", and requested a complaint form, she nonchalantly said "you can speak to my manager". To which I should have replied "and you wonder why you're working here?". To McDonald's, I would like to say "fuck you".
February 3, 2011
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