Rich Rants

This past 3 weeks has been somewhat… interesting: Getting stabbed in the back @ work, getting slapped by reality, getting fucked over and now I’m sick as a dog.

Im curious on what’s going to happen on May 1 as well. If some shit happens, well, I’m getting screwed over again, lol!

Reality slapped me hard last night; every word that this person said felt like I’ve been gut punched; I physically reeled back as this person pressed on on what he/she/it thinks of my situation. Well, Come to think of it, that person is abso-fucking-lutely right. He/She/It said it with no sugarcoating, no subliminal message bullshit; just straight to the fucking point.

And for that, I thank him/her/it— it gave me a new perspective on how I look things from this point onward. And big thanks to Supertramp, hehe.

And as for what we were talking about? Well, hah, you’ll see….

That’s life, that’s what people say.
You’re riding’ high in april,
Shot down in may.
But I know I’m gonna change that tune,
When I’m back on top in june.

That’s life, funny as it seems.
Some people get their kicks,
Steppin’ on dreams;
But I don’t let it get me down,
’cause this ol’ word keeps getting around.

I’ve been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate,
A poet, a pawn and a king.
I’ve been up and down and over and out
And I know one thing:
Each time I find myself flat on my face,
I pick myself up and get back in the race.

That’s life, I can’t deny it,
I thought of quitting,
But my heart just won’t buy it.
If I didn’t think it was worth a try,
I’d roll myself up in a big ball and die