Shit is going down at work.  I've got one foot out the door.  Just one little thing and I am done. I am so sick of being harrassed by all of the teachers.  And the students.  And now my coworkers.  I am nothing but n

I literally sat in the bathtub last night trying to figure out how to slit my wrists. I remember my Husband making fun of someone who tried to slit their wrists the wrong way and I didn't want I didn't want to be the one being laughed a

(I hate not being able to change my font and I really don't feel like html coding.) Anyway, for my loyal readers, here are this years pies.  

*There's weird shit going on with my editor and I can't find my font.  How the hell do I change the fucking font now?  Fuck.* So, now that I have ugly font and it's not going to match the rest of my entries, here's what

I'm a dork.

This is how.

This is a picture (from my desk, by the way) of where the tragic and horrific incident occurred. I was walking acorss Lackawanna Avenue when I fell right in the middle of traffic.  I couldn't, no matter how hard I tried, stand up.  My fo