tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384445172012-02-09T15:21:49.396-06:0010 pounds of shit in a 5 pound bag.Maleficenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02719501202054615774noreply@blogger.comBlogger51100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38444517.post-64360443175938944072011-02-10T21:24:00.004-06:002011-06-09T16:34:16.268-05:00You know that prickle on the back of your neck or in your gut when you know there are conversations happening behind your back?<div><br /></div><div>Why is it always friends doing that? </div><div>I mean, I expect it from haters but actually they're the ones who'll say it to your face.</div><div>I respect that more.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38444517-6436044317593894407?l=theblivet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maleficenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02719501202054615774noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38444517.post-77547348743402743902011-02-09T17:31:00.001-06:002011-06-09T16:36:35.700-05:00I have little (if any) patience for people who sit around doing nothing all day. <div>No, running to the grocery store and hanging out at the coffee shop and taking your kids to the beach does not count as something.</div><div>Get up from your lounge chair by the pool and get a fucking job.</div><div>And stop whining about all the money you don't have.</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38444517-7754734874340274390?l=theblivet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maleficenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02719501202054615774noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38444517.post-40828690915648508812011-02-09T17:27:00.002-06:002011-02-09T17:29:28.245-06:00Sometimes it's far less lonely to be friendless.<div>I have friends, but often feel neglected, ignored, left out. </div><div><br /></div><div>It is also nearly impossible to answer "why are you depressed?" when the asker is someone who is one of the direct causes of said depression.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38444517-4082869091564850881?l=theblivet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maleficenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02719501202054615774noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38444517.post-41225003076626394712011-02-07T15:06:00.000-06:002011-02-07T15:07:22.083-06:00Sometimes, I am dead inside.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38444517-4122500307662639471?l=theblivet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maleficenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02719501202054615774noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38444517.post-68601060371363558812008-01-01T17:35:00.001-06:002008-01-01T17:36:01.654-06:00Ready or not, 2008, here I come.<br />Clear a fucking path.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38444517-6860106037136355881?l=theblivet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maleficenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02719501202054615774noreply@blogger.com0