A Thousand Years

Ah the complexity of a an intricate job. 

Time spend delivering and moaning and spending. 

8 Months

Ugh. Social prunes. That's what I said.

I mean, one thing you do wrong.

Okay, so. Writing. 

If you've ever read Dante's Inferno, you would know that there are seven layers in hell that consist of the seven sins. Lust, gluttony, greed, and shit and whatever. However, there is an eighth unmentioned layer of hell that even Dante himself was too scared to write about.  The eighth layer is in the deepest and darkest corner of Hell and it is right next to Satan himself.  Satan sits there and stares at you whilst you burn for your sins. He roasts his marshmallows off the flames coming from your rotting corpse as you scream and beg for forgiveness. 

This eighth layer of hell is called customer support. 

Obviously, to reach this level of hell, you must have done something pretty bad. Gruesome, horrifying. However, most of the times, some people end up in this layer because of sheer bad luck. Meaning no other job opportunities. 

''Thank you for calling customer support. My name is Kate, how may I help you?''

Ah, the false politeness that is customer support. You might think you've seen some of the best acting you can on Broadway or with Mel Gibson when he apologized for his anti Semitic rants, but the art of performance is really in the heart of customer support. 

''Of course sir. I understand. Yes, now - Well, I'll try to speak to my supervisor and see what I can do. Yes. Yes sir. If you could just wait a minute sir I'll put you on hold and find a solution.''

Kate sighs and throws her headsets away as she clicks and types furiously. 

''This motherfucker. I swear to fucking fuck. Assholes. Customers are a piece of ass eating shit.''

Kate closes her eyes momentarily, and puts her headset back on. 

''Thank you for holding on sir. Now, it seems that our possibilites are limited to..''

And it goes on. 

I want to never forget the experience of telling a customer to fuck off.
However, I do want to forget the number of hours I wasted explaning to retards how a retarded device works. I apologize for using the R word but sometimes you gotta wonder where humanity is at.

Well Hello Dolly!

Ah, Hello Dolly indeed!

Can't believe the year I've had. So much has happend that I wonder if I met past me, would I recognize her? Would I look into the deep brown hue of her eyes and go 'girl, you about to GET SOMEEE'
well, that would be a lie, but still. closer than ever before, right?

2014

Happy new year. I'm set on being happy.

Wat

creating new worlds based on decisions

Everyday, a question embarks the soul of the world
it sails, far far away
like a bottle with a message it swims wide and open

"Nonesense." She said, utterly convinced.

"I love you." He said, his young eyes hopeful.
"I know."
He smiled as he kissed her. Terrible kisser, she thought.
Although he was beautiful; exquisite, really. Athletic body, firmness everywhere,
a nice jaw, and such an innocent face. He had pale translucent skin. White. She loved white.
White was elegance, white went with every colour, and it was so tasteful and classic.
"Like a piano." She muttered.
"What?"
She stared at him from under her eyelashes, pressing her body against his.
"I'm going to fuck you."
His eyes widened in surprise.
"However, you're not the right temperture yet, I'm afraid."
She smiled as she stabbed him. Chalks of red came out of the wound.
Red goes so well with white,  she thought.

"So...You're an angel?"
"No."
"A mutant? Like that guy from x-man?"
"No."

God showed his work.
"This is the universe." Said he, proudly showing off his greatest creation to Hera.
"This is Earth." He continued.
"It reeks of blood." Hera said in disgust.
"That's because it's fashioned after us."