Narcissism rhyming time

So, I am born to be a loner, come on who are we kidding here, I simply enjoy the company of my self.
I amuse me quite well, talk to me all the time, think of me with ME. I work for me, work toward me, sleep with me, dream of me, make stuff that suit only me, make appointments concerning and in a good time only for me. I , I , I satisfy myself quite right, I NEVER DISAPPOINT ME, I mean I’ve been down and crushed quite, so many times, but this was never caused by me.
I love me, I love the way I spend my time, I love the way I live, I think that no one understands me and that’s quite a sad relief, I love it when I walk down the street it seems a luscious trail, I love it when I hurt my self its always so damn well, I love it when I talk to you I hear me talking back, I love it when it seems all white but after dark its always black, I love it when I go to bed and listen to my empty head, I love me when I go nowhere and still I’m here instead, I JUST LOVE IT WHEN I TALK BULLSHIT : )

P.S. You fulfill me.

Picture: Pyramid of Wild and Egoism
By: Rethname (or whatever your name is ... )

The list on a moody Monday

Getting up – Checked

Waking up – Never

Walking out the door – yes, but getting in my car so ..

Walking – Not checked – getting out – Checked

Starting the morning with something hot, fresh and enjoyable, lady’s come on I’m talking about Tea&Lemon not the guy in the black shirt from last night!!!

Getting into work – Okay I’m in here, but am I working?-Not really!

Sure I am, I am working toward becoming a better person, by analyzing and trying to learn the names of my new colleagues that I still do not know and assuming I do not want to know… I am working hard on that one!

Monday, Monday, Monday ….. Damn how come it’s always Monday that is so fucked up I am pretty sure there is something to do with the Weekend being all nice … Mr. W. you have just been accused into making Mr. M. such a badass that everybody has a headache from … okay, okay back into reality please.

Shopping – Checked

I went to the store, I cruised around in it (several bloody times) and after 40min. of looking at the food I realized I am not hungry today … or I sure don’t know what I want to eat, that combined with my sentimental thoughts got me thinking that I need someone to be there for me, not friends I already have enough, I can’t handle to send more B-day cards without forgetting anyone, not a dog I have that too, actually its more of my mom’s dog now … I need someone to surprise me, to cook for me … to clean hmmm it sounds like I need a housekeeper but that really isn’t on my list …

hmm hmm hmm WHO DOESN’T LIKE MONDAYS HUH ? They sure get you thinking about stuff - don’t they? … Ohh damn you Mr. Weekend and your bloody alcohol ! ! !
As long as Sunday nights are blurry, Mondays are always going to be moody – remember that one you’ll read it someday in someone’s rehab file.